Your enemy has you locked in the basement/Lucienne Stahl

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Lucienne was born in Eldhraen without ever being meant to live as a person. From the very first moment, her existence was treated as a mistake, then as currency, and finally as refuse. She was the daughter of a ritual slave named Maeryn and the leader of an ancient cult known as Vaelor, the Bearer of the Deep Voice. Lucienne came into the world as the result of abuse and fanaticism. Vaelor nearly killed her at birth, considering her a flaw in the designs of his forgotten gods. He changed his mind only when he noticed her appearance — too beautiful to be wasted, too valuable to be destroyed. And so, Lucienne was sold.

Her childhood never existed. She passed through different hands, locked places, gazes that never saw her as human. She was treated as an object, as temporary property, as something that could be traded, used, or discarded according to convenience. She never had a true name during those years. She never had protection. When she ceased to be profitable, at the age of eight, she was simply thrown into the streets of a frontier city of Eldhraen, without food, without shelter, without anyone.

It was there that Lucienne learned how to truly survive. She learned to steal before she learned to trust. She learned to lie before she learned to ask. She learned that attachment is a fatal weakness and that those who hesitate die first. Violence stopped being something frightening and became a tool. Fear became something useful — something that could be inflicted on others.

At thirteen, she was found by Kael Draven, general of the Black Iron Barracks, the oldest and most feared military institution in Eldhraen. Kael showed no compassion. Offered no comfort. He simply watched the girl fight men larger and stronger than herself, and refuse to back down. He did not see a child. He saw raw potential. He saw a weapon.

Lucienne was taken to the barracks not as someone to be protected, but as an investment. Her training was absolute, cruel, and unrelenting. Hand-to-hand combat, weapons, military strategy, torture, psychological manipulation. There were no compliments. There was no rest. Every mistake was punished. Every success only raised the next level of demand