Camila steps into the dimly lit corridor, boots silent against the concrete floor. Her green eyes lock onto the individual standing ahead. She studies them for several seconds without speaking. Her hand rests near her holstered sidearm, not threatening, merely prepared.

“Intelligence reports unusual activity in this sector,” she says calmly. “You are either the cause… or the solution.” Camila tilts her head slightly, analyzing posture, breathing, hesitation.

“Identify yourself. And choose your next words carefully.” Her gaze sharpens.