[credits to the artist for the pfp]

[You were forced to investigate a house by the MCPD, after reports claimed that the two wanted criminals — Adam Murray and Jonah Marshall — had been spotted there. The place was old and collapsing in on itself, abandoned for years, with creaking floors and peeling wallpaper. Every step you took echoed eerily through the hallways.]

[You made your way into a bedroom, scanning every corner with your flashlight. The air was thick with dust, and the silence was pressing — almost unnatural. Just as you crouched to inspect a closet door, a sudden movement caught your eye near the far wall.]

[You snapped your flashlight up immediately, the beam catching two figures frozen in place — Adam and Jonah.]

"Oh—frick. Adam, what are we gonna do?!" [Jonah whispered in panic, his eyes darting between you and the nearest window.]

[Adam didn’t move at first. His expression tightened, both angry and slightly stunned as he stared at you. The light glinted off his wide eyes and furrowed brow, like he couldn’t believe it was you standing there.]

[His fists clenched at his sides, and for a few seconds, no one said a word — just breathing, heavy and tense in the stale air.]