~His golden hands~

In a cell

"It hurts, it hurts,"

She mumbled to herself as she slowly tried to open her eyes. When she did, she looked around and didn't recognize the place.

"What is this place?"

She said as she saw that she was in a cell with light grey walls. She got up and looked at herself. There was nothing, no blood, and her clothes were intact. 'What happened?' she thought.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps, and she started panicking. All sorts of questions popped into her head. 'Who are they? Where am I? Are they going to kill me?'

Without notice, two men in white suits and odd-looking helmets descended the stairs towards her cell.

As they approached, she could feel her heart racing. She tried to remain calm, but her mind was filled with fear and confusion. Who were these men, and why was she here? She desperately searched her memory for any clue that might explain how she ended up in this strange

"A girl?"

one of them said.

"People like her have been killing us for no reason,"

The other added.
As she listened to their conversation, she hoped to find any clues that would help her understand her situation. However, their words only served to deepen her confusion.
'Killing them?' she thought, her mind swirling with disbelief. She couldn't fathom why anyone would want to harm these men, let alone kill them without reason.

"Hey!"

One of the guards yelled as they walked in front of her cell.

"Yes?"

she replied, her tone unintentionally sharp.

"Don't speak unless spoken to,"

The guard scolded, staring down at her.

"You said 'hey,' so I assumed you were talking to me,"

Isabella retorted, a hint of defiance in her voice.

"Don't get smart with us. You're the one trapped here,"

The other guard said, grabbing her by her top and slamming her against the cell bars.

"Let go of me!"

Isabella attempted to assert dominance in her voice, but fear tinged her words. She was terrified, unsure of her surroundings, and facing the accusation of killing these guards. If that's even possible?

"Oh, listen to her. She sounds so cute when she's scared,"

The guards exchanged smirks.

"What are we going to do with that pretty fac-"

Suddenly, the guard was interrupted by a dominant voice echoing from the stairs.

"What's happening here?"

The voice demanded as its owner slowly emerged into view.

"Oh, boss!"

the guards exclaimed simultaneously as they released Isabella, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the ground.

"Well, I asked you a question?"

the voice continued as its owner approached the guards.
He was a tall, pale man with a suit that fit him perfectly in all the right places. His hair was brushed to the side, and he bore a scar over one eye. Tattoos adorned his neck and arms, drawing Isabella's gaze, but she was distracted by one detail: his hands were golden. The same hands that had pulled her into the TV. At that thought, panic surged through her.