In the aftermath of their alliance, Asher found himself amidst a group of women whose ages ranged between the late twenties and the early thirties. They were seated around a large metal table, each woman with a different gun placed in front of her, ready to reach for their weapons if necessary.

Asher stood in the center of the room, his body battered and bloodied. His clothing hung in tatters, and his face displayed the marks of pain and exhaustion. Despite his condition, he held a determined expression.

The room was filled with tension as Serena introduced Asher to the five women. Their gazes met, and Asher observed a range of emotions etched upon their faces, from curiosity to skepticism, and even outright hostility.

Serena gestured toward the women, one by one, introducing them to Asher. "This is Mara," she began, pointing to the woman with the scarred face who had tortured Asher earlier. Mara's eyes remained cold and distant, showing no signs of remorse or willingness to trust.

Next, Serena motioned to a woman with fiery red hair, her posture tense and defensive. "This is Ava," Serena said, her voice tinged with caution. Ava's eyes flickered with suspicion as she regarded Asher, clearly unconvinced of his trustworthiness.

Serena then turned to a woman with a gentle smile and warm black eyes and hair. "This is the youngest member of the group, Maya" she introduced. Maya's expression held a glimmer of hope, her demeanor more open to the possibility of collaboration.

The fourth woman, with a muscular build and a stern countenance, stood with an air of authority. "This is Lina," Serena said, her tone reverent. Lina's gaze bore into Asher, assessing him with calculating scrutiny, clearly weighing the potential risks and rewards of working together.

Finally, Serena's eyes settled on a woman with an air of quiet determination. "And this is Nina," she said, her voice tinged with respect. Nina's eyes met Asher's briefly, revealing a mixture of curiosity and caution.

As Serena completed the introductions, a tense silence enveloped the room. The women exchanged glances, their thoughts and emotions kept hidden behind guarded expressions. The burden of trust weighed heavily upon their shoulders, for they had suffered at the hands of men and were wary of opening themselves up to further pain.

Serena, ever the diplomat, broke the silence. "Asher will join us from now on," she declared, her voice steady. "I hope you get along. Maya, please take Asher to get treatment."

"Alright, captain," said Maya with a little smile as she rose from her seat and approached Asher. "Follow me, please."

Asher, with calm eyes, looked at the women for a second before he turned to follow Maya.

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After Asher and Maya left, Mara voiced her skepticism. "Serena, why did you want him to join us? I don't think I can trust him."

Ava's eyes narrowed, her voice filled with defiance as she looked at Serena. "Yes, Mara is right. We've managed to survive this long without relying on outsiders. Why should we risk it now?"

Serena looked around at her fellow women, her voice filled with determination. "Yes, you're right, but this man is different. I'm sure he will be a great help to us."

Lina, hearing Serena's serious tone, was confused. "What do you mean? What is different about him?"

"I know this man. I saw him before the disaster," Serena explained.

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As Asher walked by Maya's side through the dimly lit corridors, a sense of cautious curiosity filled the air between them. Asher noticed Maya's beauty, with soft, clear skin, but it wasn't her appearance that caught his attention. Instead, his eyes were drawn to her hands tightly gripping her handgun.

Maya, who noticed his gaze, smiled and broke the silence with a gentle voice. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Asher glanced at Maya and replied calmly, "I understand. It's hard for you to trust someone you just met, especially given the circumstances under which we met."

Maya nodded. "Yes, you're right. But Serena sees something in you. She believes that you can help us find a way out of this place. And I want to trust that," she said, her words carrying a hint of hope.

As they turned a corner, Asher caught sight of the room ahead. Shelves lined the walls, stocked with various drugs, medical supplies, and elixirs. The air held a faint scent of sterile cleanliness.

Maya led Asher to a small shelf in a certain corner of the room, where several vials of shimmering green liquid sat waiting. "This is a healing Elixir," Maya explained. "It's a powerful restorative elixir that will accelerate your healing process. Drink it, and you'll feel the effects soon."

Asher took a moment to examine the vial, his eyes lingering on the swirling blue liquid within. The skepticism he had developed over time clashed with the hope offered by this elixir. Yet, the pain pulsating through his body reminded him of his vulnerability and the need for recovery.

Without further hesitation, Asher uncorked the vial and drank the Elixir in one swift motion. As the liquid coursed through his veins, a warmth spread from his core, mending his battered body with a gentle, magical touch. The pain began to subside, replaced by a renewed sense of vitality.

'I feel great. The wounds that were going to take weeks to heal are now completely healed. Simon was right; this facility has a lot of miraculous elements,' Asher thought, marveling at his swift recovery.

Maya observed Asher's transformation with a smile, her eyes filled with reassurance. "Feel better?" she asked, her voice carrying genuine concern.

Asher nodded, his voice tinged with gratitude. "Thank you, Maya. This elixir is incredible. I feel... rejuvenated."

Maya's smile widened, her trust in Asher solidifying. "I'm glad. We need you at your best if we're going to find a way out of here. Together, we can make a difference."

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Several hours later, Serena stepped forward, her voice steady as she began to explain the mission that lay before them. "Our objective is to retrieve an ID card that holds the key to awakening the AI on the 26th floor," she began, her eyes locked with Asher's. "That AI holds valuable information and resources that can aid us in our escape from this place."

She paused for a moment, her gaze shifting to the other women in the room before returning to Asher. "However, the ID card is in the possession of a formidable monster, one that our guns are unfortunately ineffective against," she continues, a hint of caution in her voice.

Asher's brows furrowed as he absorbed the gravity of the situation. A monster that even their weapons couldn't defeat meant they would need a different approach, a strategy that relied on skill, teamwork, and perhaps unconventional methods.

Serena's eyes flickered with determination as she continued, "We need to devise a plan that capitalizes on our strengths and exploits the monster's weaknesses."

"Asher, all these plans will be based on you. We will need you to face the monster head-on," Serena declared.

"Head-on!? But you said that even bullets don't pose a threat to it. I don't think I will be strong enough to face it," Asher responded, his voice filled with concern.

"Yes, you're right, but you will be stronger if you drink this," Serena said as she placed a red elixir on the table. "This elixir can make you strong enough to face that monster."