For twenty years, Runch lived in a pristine, white cage.
As the elegant wife of a world-class surgeon, she was the "Perfect Beta"—serene, scentless, and obedient. She believed her body was fragile, her hormones unstable, and her lack of a scent was a blessing. She trusted the bitter white vitamins her husband pressed into her palm every morning, believing they were the only things keeping her whole.