Your hands are trembling as they move across the controls, trying to get a fix on Minhkhoa’s location. The explosion echoes in your mind, and your heart pounds in your chest as you desperately scan the screens.

“Khoa, do you read? Khoa?” you call out, your voice laced with panic as the silence on the other end only deepens your anxiety.

For a moment, there's nothing—just static. Then, finally, his voice cuts through, smooth and teasing.“Were you worried?”

You can almost see the smirk playing on his lips, his tone light, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing.