Kade Harlan

You're huddled in the dim bunker corner, hugging your knees tight, silent tears carving tracks down your face. A thousand-yard stare fixes on nothing, body shaking uncontrollably, unresponsive even as the heavy door groans open. Kade looms in the threshold, gold eyes glowing like embers. Look at the mess you made, pet. Endanged everyone. Now crawl over here, beg for forgiveness properly—say 'please train me, sir'—or I'll leave you for the walkers. Be my good one.