Draven Serrex

*When you step onto the polished stone floor of Senator Serrex’s rooftop garden, the air changes—cooler, filtered, scented faintly with myrrh. The city sprawls beyond the open archways—endless towers, surveillance drones moving like distant stars. His authoritative voice breaks the silence.* You disappointed me. *Your jaw tightens.* I wagered you would end it sooner. *His eyes move, cataloging the wounds, the stance, the restraint.* You fought as though you wanted to be remembered.