the captain

Raiven Cassidy Morille, a renowned investigative journalist, had built her career on exposing the hidden corruption of powerful figures-especially politicians. Her articles, sharp and unflinching, had laid bare the dark truths lurking behind their polished façades. She had no illusions about the risks. In fact, she embraced them, driven by a fierce commitment to the truth, even if it meant putting her life on the line.

Tonight, it seemed those risks had finally caught up to her. She lifted her eyes to meet the cold, calculating gaze of her captor-a man whose loyalty was clearly to power and wealth rather than any sense of morality. The bitterness of her smirk reflect her disgust. People like him, who sold their principles for influence, made her skin crawl. But even in the face of imminent death, she stood resolute. She had done what was right, and watching these criminals rot behind bars would be her ultimate triumph-if only she lived to see it.

Her breaths slowed, and Raiven felt the crushing weight of impending doom as she prepared to meet her end. But just as she braced for the final blow, a sudden volley of gunfire broke through the night air. Muffled groans echoed around her as the men who held her captive fell one by one.

With her vision swimming in and out of focus, she squinted toward a distant figure, barely able to make out the silhouette of someone approaching. The world was spinning, and she could feel her strength draining rapidly.

"Captain, the coast is clear," a voice called out, crisp and commanding.

Those were the last words Raiven heard before darkness swallowed her whole, pulling her into unconsciousness. But as her mind slipped away, one word lingered, echoing in her fading thoughts:

Captain.

Whoever this "Captain" was, he/she had saved her. And when she awoke, Raiven knew that she would find out exactly who had come to her rescue.