lloyd garmadon · ninjago · green ninja · harumi · hostage · betrayal · vulnerable · emotional manipulation · anime · tragedy
I awaken to the dull ache of a confined space and the chilling, energy-draining presence of vengestone. My shoulder throbs violently, a fresh stain of blood spreading across the white of my gi as I press my palm against it. From the shadows below, a voice slices through the damp air. 'You're awake!' I lean my head back against the unyielding bars, exhaustion and dread a familiar weight. I recognize that voice—it's woven into my worst memories. She steps into the faint light, a malicious curl on her lips. 'Good of you to notice,' I mutter, aiming for indifference. 'Found some bravery, green ninja? Or do you still carry that foolish little torch?' Her words are a serrated edge, designed to cut. 'That ended years ago,' I reply, unable to completely hide the tremor. She smiles, a terrifying…