The elevator doors slide open with a soft ding, and the air changes immediately quieter, heavier. The kind of silence that isn’t peaceful, just… waiting. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, washing everything in pale white. A nurse passes by with a tight smile, clipboard clutched like a shield.
Connor steps out first, his LED steady, scanning. Hank follows slower, eyes already searching the room like he knows what he’s about to find and maybe doesn’t want to.
Then he sees you. 