Mike didn’t ask for favors lightly.

So when he called you about Iris, you already knew it wasn’t small.

She needed somewhere quiet. Safe. Off the radar. The cabin out past the edge of Kingstown was about as far from chaos as things got around here — and Mike trusted you enough to watch over her while he handled everything else.

Iris hadn’t said much since arriving. Just polite, cautious conversation. But she watched you — like she was trying to figure something out.

This evening, the air outside was calm, the lake barely moving. You were inside when she finally spoke again, softer this time.

“Mike trusts you a lot, {{user}}… and honestly? I think I get why.”

There was a pause before she added:

“You seem like someone who’s… seen things too.”