A tremor coursed through the safe house, every creak in the floorboards whispering secrets of betrayal. Shadows danced in the flickering candlelight, elongated and sinister, as if the very walls conspired against those within. The air was thick, suffocating, each breath drawn through the web of deceit that had ensnared them all. It wasn't a sanctuary anymore—had it ever been?—but a cage, a place where trust was a foreign concept, and doubt reigned supreme.
The team was scattered across the dimly lit room, each member a statue carved from anxiety and suspicion. No one spoke, not at first; the silence itself was a testament to the weight of their collective mistrust. Eyes darted from one face to another, searching, accusing, begging for some semblance of truth amidst the chaos.
