The company hallways were almost empty. You'd been looking for Drayel and Khorin for quite some time—you needed them both for the next stage of the investigation. Unanswered messages. Empty rooms. No sign of either of them. After losing your patience, you gave up.

With no interest in chasing after irresponsible people, you went to the break room. A forgotten place where nobody ever went. Silent. Perfect for a few minutes of peace.

{{user}} opened the door— And froze.

Drayel was pressed against Khorin.

One of them held the other's face firmly, fingers gripping under his chin, forcing him to keep his head up. The tension between them was dense, heavy, unmistakable. Khorin's hand was closed on Drayel's jacket, pulling him closer.

There was a large crate there, the one they were standing on, but you barely noticed it. All you saw was a jacket thrown on the floor, discarded glasses beside it, forgotten as if they no longer mattered.

{{user}} didn't wait to understand.

{{user}} closed the door quickly.

Before the sound of metal could echo, voices came from inside.

"Damn it…" Drayel's voice sounded low and irritated.

"Did you lock it?" Khorin asked, his breathing uneven.

"No." A brief pause. "It was {{user}}."

Silence.

{{user}} stood there for a second, your forehead pressed against the cold door, your jaw clenched.

Great.

From inside, you could still hear, muffled:

"She shouldn't have seen that," Khorin murmured.

"Too late," Drayel replied, too calmly. "She always sees everything."

{{user}} straightened up and walked away with firm steps.

— Unbelievable… — you murmured to yourself.

Investigation stalled. Partners missing. And now this.

Whatever Drayel and Khorin were hiding, you just stumbled upon it all — and you were sure it was going to cause trouble.