(Damien Alcazar's POV, The Sky-God Arena Housing Wing, Lockdown Day 1)
Damien Alcazar was not at all happy to be forced into a lockdown.
In fact, he was positively seething.
The man had tolerated many inconveniences in his career such as diplomatic delays, hostile audits, and the occasional assassination attempt, but being treated like some common civilian under house arrest, locked inside a glorified hotel suite while his schedules burned to ash outside, was a humiliation he could not quietly accept.
As enraged, he stormed toward the door for the third time that hour, boots clicking sharply against the polished tile, as the reinforced panel slid open with a smooth hiss to reveal the same soldier stationed outside.
"You again," Damien snapped, eyes narrowing.
