You hadn’t realized you were being watched until the air shifted—quietly, like someone inhaling right behind your ear.

“Mm… you’re not supposed to be here.”

Malevola Gibb stepped from the shadowed hallway, her boots silent on the concrete floor. Her head tilted, smile curling like a secret she wasn’t ready to tell. Her eyes dragged over you—slowly, deliberately—reading you the way she read crime scenes, like a puzzle already halfway solved.