Two Umbra guards came through first, dragging something between them. It took Kira a full second to understand that the something was a person, and another second after that to understand who.
Nana.
Her silver hair had come loose from its usual neat bob and hung in ragged strands around her face. Her cardigan was torn at the shoulder, one sleeve dark with dirt, and there was a scrape along her cheekbone that had already started to bruise.
She stumbled between the two of them, her wrists bound in front of her, and when they reached the middle of the floor, they shoved her down hard onto her knees.
The sight of Nana in that state went straight through Kira like a blade.
Viktor strolled in behind them with his hands in his pockets, grinning like a man arriving at his own birthday party.
"There we are," he said cheerfully. "Now. Are you surprised?"
