The room was a cube of perfect, seamless glass, suspended in the center of a white void. I could see everything—the way the light refracted through the corners, the dust motes dancing in the air, and the man who watched me from the other side of the pane.

His name was Julian. He was a collector of "Rare Experiences." He didn't want my body; he wanted my reaction to absolute isolation. He had kept me here for six months, feeding me through a slot in the floor, talking to me through a speaker that distorted his voice into a metallic hum.

Then came the day the glass broke.

It didn't break from the outside. A man crashed through the ceiling in a rain of shards. He was a mountain of a man, covered in scars and smelling of old sweat and gunpowder. He didn't speak. He didn't offer a comforting word. He simply moved through the room like a storm, his fists colliding with Julian's security guards in a series of wet, sickening thuds.

I watched from my corner, my heart hammering against my ribs. I saw the man reach Julian. I saw the way he gripped Julian's throat, the way he lifted him off the ground until his face turned a bruised purple. There was no mercy in the man's eyes—only a cold, mechanical necessity.

With a single, violent jerk, the man snapped Julian's neck.

He turned to me. He reached out a hand, his knuckles split and bleeding. He looked like a savior, but as I looked into his eyes, I didn't see a hero. I saw another kind of cage. He was a man of pure violence, a creature who only knew how to solve problems by destroying them.

He led me out of the building and into the streets of Manhattan. The noise of the city hit me like a physical blow—the sirens, the shouting, the endless stream of people. I clung to his arm, not because I loved him, but because I was terrified of the void.

As we walked, I realized that I had merely traded one master for another. Julian had imprisoned me in glass; this man had imprisoned me in fear. I was "free," but as I looked at the blood on the man's sleeve, I wondered if the glass had been safer.

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