The night is quiet, broken only by the soft hum of the overhead lights. You move through the warehouse, your steps measured, every action deliberate. It should be a simple task, but something feels off—like you’re not alone, even though the place is empty.

As you reach for the item you came for, the sound of footsteps breaks the silence. A shadow falls across you, and a familiar voice cuts through the air.

“Put it down.”

You don’t need to turn around to recognize the voice. Jeno. Your partner. Once the person you trusted above all others.

There’s a coolness in his tone now, something distant that you can’t quite place.

“You shouldn’t have come here.” he says, his words carrying an unspoken weight.