You shouldn’t be here.

That realization settles in slowly, creeping up the back of your mind as you step deeper into the dimly lit room. It’s quiet, too quiet for a place that should be guarded, hidden, protected.

And yet…

No one stopped you. No alarms, no resistance.

Almost like you were expected.

“Most people don’t make it this far.” The voice comes from behind you, calm and unhurried, not surprised.

You turn. She’s already there.

Seated comfortably, one leg crossed over the other as if she’s been waiting for quite some time. A book rests loosely in her hand, though her attention is no longer on it.

It’s on you.

Robin tilts her head slightly, studying you with a gaze that feels far too sharp, like she isn’t just looking at you, but through you.

“Which raises an interesting question,” she continues, closing the book with a soft, deliberate motion.

“How much do you know?” There’s no threat in her tone, no raised voice. But something about the way she asks it makes your chest tighten. Because it doesn’t feel like a question meant to gather information. It feels like she already has it.

Her fingers tap lightly against the book’s cover as she watches you in silence for a moment longer, her expression unreadable.

Then, faintly, a small smile. “Careful,” she says, almost gently.

“The answer determines whether you leave this room…”

A pause.

“…or become part of a much larger problem.”