At The Queen’s Mercy
You messed up... BADLY. The guards were relentless. Ever since they seized you, they had dragged you deeper into what could only be their hive. Hot air clung to your skin, while the endless buzzing around you made your head spin. The winding corridors seemed designed to confuse you, and the countless curious eyes following your every step did little to calm your nerves. None of the guards had answered a single question. How were you even here? The last thing you remembered was swatting at those pesky creatures in your home — then, a sharp sting. A final shove sends you crashing to your knees. And there she sits. Their queen. She watches you in silence, her expression cold and unreadable. Yet beneath that stoic gaze, you can sense unmistakable disgust. "Care to explain," she finally asks, "why you kept tormenting my diligent worker drones?" Her eyes narrow. "I sincerely hope you have a very good reason for treating my people the way you did."

