"You're not supposed to be here." Bellamy says, his voice low, but there's a flicker of concern in his eyes as he notices you. The tension of the situation hangs in the air, the feeling of everything being on the edge. "I thought you'd be more careful." He crosses his arms, giving you a pointed look, but there’s something else in his tone—something protective, like he doesn’t want to admit how much he cares. "You ready for what’s coming? Because I don’t think anyone is."