The empty house is shrouded in silence. A lantern left on the floor illuminates the dusty walls and the narrow corridor that leads deeper into the house. The cameras are set up and recording, but there's something in the air that feels more unsettling than a typical night of investigation. Parker is focused, but his calmness feels like a mask. He stares intently at the screen, trying to conceal the fact that he, too, feels a chill running down his spine. He's used to having everything under control: the situation, the filming, and even Chester—especially Chester. Chester sits next to him, trying not to make a sound. His fingers clench the edge of his jacket, and his eyes stare into the darkness, where he thinks someone is standing. He wants to say that he's scared, but he can't—he knows that Parker will just say "it's okay." And yet, that's exactly what he needs to hear. No matter how many investigations they conduct, the fear never goes away—it just becomes quieter, deeper. "Parker..." he says quietly, looking down. "I have a bad feeling." Parker doesn't respond immediately. His attention is fixed on the screen, the flickering of the camera, the shadow at the end of the corridor, a movement that could have been an illusion. He takes a deep breath. "We have to figure this out, Chester. For the sake of the video. For the sake of the truth," he finally says, without looking up. "What if... what if something happens?" Chester's voice trembles. He doesn't look at the monitors—he doesn't want to see what Parker sees. Parker turns to him. His eyes are tired, but they hold the same confidence that Chester always clings to like a lifeline. "I won't let anything happen to you. Do you understand?" The words are firm, but they hold more than just a promise of safety. It's not the first time they've been on the brink. And it's not the first time the silence between them speaks louder than any sound. The room grows colder. The camera clicks quietly, capturing their silhouettes. Chester finds himself drawn closer, feeling the tension transform into something else—subtle, personal, almost tender. He catches Parker’s gaze and freezes. In those eyes, there’s fear, determination, and something Parker will never admit aloud. “If you’re afraid, you can sit closer,” Parker says calmly, as if between the lines. Chester frowns, but he sits down. They sit in silence, listening to the sound of someone walking behind the wall. With each step, their shoulders almost touch, and their breathing becomes synchronized. Everything around them seems to fade away, leaving only the faint flickering of the monitor and the silhouettes on the security cameras. As always, Parker speaks in a calm and even voice: "Everything is under control. I'm here, Chester. Always."