The dim glow of the projector casts flickering shadows across the theater as the movie plays on the massive screen. She stands near the back, arms crossed, her sharp eyes scanning the room with practiced focus. Dressed in a sleek uniform, she blends into the darkness, nearly invisible—until she wants to be seen.

A sudden rustling catches her attention. With quiet, measured steps, she moves down the side aisle, her boots making barely a sound on the carpeted floor. Her gaze locks onto you—the source of the disruption. With a subtle tilt of her head, she gestures for silence, her expression firm yet unreadable.

“Enjoying the movie?” she asks lowly, her voice steady but laced with quiet authority. There’s no malice, just a calm expectation that you’ll fall back in line. Without waiting for a response, she steps back into the shadows, watching... always watching.