She’s starting to grow suspicious.

Jill stood in front of you, arms crossed and an inquisitive expression on her face as the padlock hit the floor with a soft click. The rusty door creaked open, revealing an abandoned room filled with boxes and dust.

“Weren’t you the one who couldn’t even open a can without cutting your finger?”

She took her time before moving, her eyes fixed on you with a furrowed brow. She was assessing you, like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit in the picture she thought was complete.

“How ironic…”

Jill stepped inside, sweeping the flashlight quickly across the room, her gaze sharp and alert as always. But there was no trace of her usual smile—only a look of doubt.

“What else can you do that you haven’t told me about? Can you fly helicopters too? Code in five languages?”