The League Of Assassins

Epilogue

In the depths of a hidden Lee Corps outpost, a place shrouded in shadows and echoes of dark experiments, Bobby found himself shackled and confined. Chained in the cold, unforgiving basement, his once indomitable spirit now simmered beneath the weight of captivity.The air was thick with the stench of despair as Bobby, The Prisoner, screamed and cussed at 

every passing guard. His voice, a cacophony of rage, reverberated through the dimly lit corridors.

"You think you can break me? Lee Corps can go to hell!" Bobby bellowed, his words a defiant anthem against the oppressive silence that surrounded him.The guards, indifferent to his outbursts, continued their rounds with mechanical precision. Bobby's once agile frame was now rendered powerless, the chains biting into his wrists serving as a cruel reminder of his captivity.In the dim light, his eyes glowed with a fiery determination, refusing to be extinguished by the darkness that sought to envelop him. Each futile attempt to break free only fueled the ember of 

rebellion within him.

As the days turned into nights, Bobby's tirades persisted, a symphony of resistance echoing in the bowels of Lee Corps' secret outpost. The shadows whispered tales of experiments and secrets buried deep within the facility, secrets that Bobby, The Prisoner, yearned to expose.Yet, even in the darkest depths of his captivity, a spark of resilience endured. Bobby's spirit, 

unyielding and unbroken, continued to flicker defiantly, a testament to the enduring strength that defined The League of Assassins.

The epilogue closed with Bobby's screams reverberating through the hidden corridors, a haunting refrain of a man who refused to be silenced, even as the shadows of Lee Corps sought to swallow him whole. The fate of The Prisoner remained uncertain, but within the depths of that Lee Corps outpost, a sliver of hope clung to the relentless echoes of his defiance.