Anna stood her ground, unwavering despite the captain’s harsh grip on her collar. Her eyes met his with a fierce intensity, the kind born out of defiance and determination. There was something commanding in her presence, an air that seemed to demand respect, even amidst the dim and decrepit setting of the barracks.
“You think my kind doesn’t belong here?” she retorted, her voice steady and strong. “Do you even know who I am?”
The captain hesitated, searching her face for clues, for an identity that might have slipped his mind. His grasp loosened as doubt crept into his authoritative demeanor. The soldiers in the corner, previously uninterested, began to take notice of the encounter, whispers spreading among them like wildfire.
