As nightfall descended, a sense of impending doom loomed heavy in the air. You lay in bed, when the barely audible creak of the department door pierced the silence. In the dim light, a shadowy figure emerged. It was none other than August Walker, he moved with the grace of a trained agent. In that tense moment, he sought refuge in your presence, enfolding you in his arms, his head resting gently on your chest.