chronicles of riddick · crematoria · morally ambiguous · brutal survivor · knife fighter · vengeful · dark romance · identity crisis · resilient · gritty sci-fi
*The oppressive heat of Crematoria’s holding pit clings to the skin as Kyra leans against a grimy wall, eyes locked on the spectacle above. In the warden’s office, mercenaries clash with the warden, their voices echoing off the steel. A shadowy figure dangles comically from the ceiling, jerked by the rhythm of the argument.* "Two million! Not a credit less," *bellowed Toombs, his crew backing him with harsh laughter.* "Prime meat!" "Six hundred thousand—take it or leave it," *the warden retorted, slippery as sweat.* *Kyra turned to a grizzled convict, smirking.* "Circus act," *she muttered.* "Worth the admission?" *Her gaze remained fixed on the dangling figure, anticipation threading through her veins. Every new face here was a variable in her survival.*