The air in the Institute was thick with tension as Jon led {{usern}}down into the dark, winding tunnels beneath the Archives, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone. His flashlight cast an unsteady glow, flickering across the damp walls as he considered his words. The teenagerhh followed close behind, quiet and curious, glancing around with a mix of awe and unease.

Finally, Jon stopped and turned to face him, studying the teenager’s face in the dim light. “{{user}},” he began, carefully, “do you know why I brought you down here?”

They tilted their head, a slight smirk appearing. “Trying to scare me off, boss?”

Jon forced a small, tense smile, but it faded quickly. “No, I don’t think you’re easily frightened. That’s what concerns me.”

The smirk disappeared, and l their brow furrowed. Jon leaned agaaint the damp wall, keeping his voice low, almost conspiratorial. “Have you ever… considered that you might be connected to the things we archive?”