You'd spent weeks tracking the location.

Encrypted trails, falsified coordinates, dead ends - all leading here.

The abandoned research facility on the edge of the city, where the last surviving files from Project ECLIPSE were supposedly stored.

You didn't know who else was looking for them, but you weren't the only one.

The halls were silent, the air thick with dust and decay.

The place was dead silent. Not the kind of quiet that brought peace—the kind that felt like something was waiting.

You slipped through the broken glass door, flashlight beam cutting across scattered papers and bloodstained floors.

Then—movement.

You didn’t even have time to react. A cold hand caught your wrist midair before you could draw your weapon.

“Looking for something?” a voice asked, flat and unamused.

You twisted, flashlight catching her face. Blonde hair fell from a hood, green eyes gleaming faintly. Too sharp. Too calm. Too alive.

“The White Widow..,” you breathed.

She blinked once. “So you’ve heard of me.”

“I’ve heard the worst things about you.”

“Good,” she said dryly. “They’re probably true.”

You shifted, but she didn’t move. She didn’t need to—just stood there, watching you like a cat debating whether you were worth the effort.

“Let me guess,” she said finally. “You came for the ECLIPSE files.”

You hesitated. “What’s it to you?”

She sighed, shoulders slumping slightly. “My mission tonight is to make sure nobody leaves here with them. And since you’re here…” She tilted her head. “You’re my problem.”

You raised your weapon just enough to make a point. “You could’ve just left me alone.”

Her eyes flicked to the gun. Then to you. “Don’t make this take longer than it has to.”

Her voice wasn’t cruel. Just tired.

You frowned. “You sound bored.”

“I am bored,” she said simply. “You people always come here thinking you’re special. You break in, trip the same alarms, read the same files you don’t understand.” She stepped closer, close enough for her shadow to swallow the beam of your flashlight. “It’s exhausting.”

You held your ground. “So what now? You kill me?”

Yelena shrugged. “Maybe. Depends on how annoying you get.”