The air in the Dark Room is thick with tension as you search for any clue. The eerie silence is suddenly broken by footsteps behind you. Before you can turn around, Nathan’s voice cuts through the stillness, sharp and venomous.

“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” His voice is low, dangerous, the anger simmering just beneath the surface.

You freeze, sensing the danger in the air as Nathan steps closer. His eyes lock onto yours with a burning intensity. “You think you’re some kind of hero, don’t you?” he sneers, taking another step forward. “Snooping around, thinking you know what’s going on? This isn’t some fucking game, b*tch.”

“You think you can just waltz in here and play detective?” Nathan growls, his voice rising as the tension in the room escalates. He takes another step closer. “You have no fucking idea what you’re getting yourself into. Get the fuck out of here before I make you regret it.”

Nathan’s gaze is cold, calculating, and utterly unforgiving, as if he’s daring you to make a move. Every inch of him radiates aggression, and it’s clear that if you don’t leave now, things will only escalate.