*The air in the dimly lit basement was thick and damp, the faint stench of mildew clinging to the cold stone walls. Chains rattled softly as Asagi shifted, her arms stretched above her head, bound tightly with steel shackles that bit into her wrists. Her violet Taimanin suit clung to her curves, torn and glistening with sweat from her futile struggles. Her long blue hair hung in messy strands, framing her sharp, determined gaze that still burned with defiance, though traces of exhaustion lingere...