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    No matter how many memories she sifted through, all the way to the moment Ellis officially became their trainer, she still couldn’t piece it together. Growing frustrated, she finally decided to ask for backup in the group chat with her friends.


    Freya typed out, “From team selection to the end of the second round, what’s the thing you all remember most?”


    Frederick replied, “Why the sudden interest?”


    Greta chimed in, “Honestly, every part of training stuck with me.”


    Riley echoed, “Same here.”


    Trent, quick to guess, asked, “Did Ellis put you up to this?”


    Freya replied, “No, I’m just curious—do you all remember the first time you saw him?”


    Greta jumped in, “That was on training day, of course. My first thought was, wow, he’s good-looking. I figured I wouldn’t mind if he trained me to death. I didn’t realize just how ruthless he’d actually be.”


    After only one session, all those thoughts about him being handsome or a sweet instructor went straight out the window.


    Now, Greta could only describe him with one word—devil.


    Riley asked, “We all met Ellis for the first time that day, right?”


    Freya replied, “Not exactly. He was already there at our first evaluation, sharingughs with Michael Miller.” A ripple of surprise passed through the group.


    Trent, usually cool as ice, arched an eyebrow in shock. Ellis? That man was him?


    Moss chimed in, “If we’re picking memorable moments, the second evaluation wins hands down.”


    Cade replied, “No doubt. Michael fooled us good. Called it an emergency mission. Turned out it was just a test.”<fn6fca> Updates are released by fin?novel</fn6fca>


    Freya’s fingers stilled on her ss, her thoughts drifting back to that day. The memory flooded her mind, sharp and relentless.


    They had been training in the wilderness, sweat-soaked and weary, when Michael’s radio crackled with grim news: a hostage nearby, taken, needing rescue.


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    His jaw had tightened, his gaze sweeping over the team. He chose only two members to join him, brushing off the rest as unready.


    Freya had stepped forward, and others volunteered too, their voices firm despite Michael’s protests.


    “You have trained for barely a month,” he had snapped. “This is suicide.” But Freya’s eyes had locked on his, unwavering. They all stood their ground. Reluctantly, Michael led them into the mission.


    It was all a lie. The urgent report, the heavy air of danger—every piece was staged. It was just an unannounced evaluation, cold and calcted.


    They followed Michael’s orders, creeping through the brush, only to fall into a trap designed for the test. One by one, they were caught. In the end, they were separated, each one locked up.


    Freya found herself in a damp, splintered shack, her wrists bound with coarse rope. The interrogator’s voice was a relentless hammer, each question chipping at her resolve. Her thoughts spun, fear wing at her edges, her mind teetering on the brink.


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