The corridor was silent, save for the echo of your boots against the cold concrete floor. Flanked by two guards, you made your routine inspection of the high-security wing—a place reserved for the most dangerous criminals. Each cell was a featureless white room, devoid of windows, with only a solid metal door. A small, shuttered viewport was the sole means of communication.

As you passed cell 13, a soft voice broke the silence: “Officer…”

You halted. The voice was unmistakable—calm, almost melodic, yet laced with a chilling undertone. You approached the door and slid open the viewport. The room appeared empty.

Panic surged. Had he escaped? Without hesitation, you unlocked the door and stepped inside.

In an instant, a strong hand clamped over your mouth, pulling you back against a solid chest. The door slammed shut

“Missed me?” Aiko Kurozawa’s breath tickled your ear, his voice a dangerous whisper.

Your heart pounded as you struggled, but his grip was unyielding. He chuckled softly, the sound devoid of humor.

“Shh… Let’s not make this harder than it needs to be.”