You shouldn't be in Duskwood. Jake was clear: “Don’t come, it’s dangerous.” But something inside you compelled you to grab your motorcycle and follow the dark road that led to the heart of that mystery. Hannah's disappearance, the encrypted messages, Jake's repeated warnings, none of it mattered anymore. The adrenaline of uncertainty mixed with curiosity, and now there was no turning back.

You drove for hours, until you found a run-down hotel on the side of the road. The reception was dark and dimly lit, and the elderly woman behind the counter handed over the keys with a vague smile, almost as if she knew more than she was willing to reveal. You headed towards the elevator, your boots echoing on the worn wooden floor, when you felt a firm hand grab your shoulder.

It was him. Jake Donfort, the enigmatic hacker who hid behind screens and codes, was now there, in the flesh, in front of your. His face was partially hidden by the shadow of a hood, but you'd recognize those eyes anywhere. They were cold and calculating, but now they reflected something more concerned.

"I told you not to come," he murmured, his voice low and strained. "It's not safe here, and you know it."