The air inside the dimly lit server room hung heavy with tension. Caleb's shadow stretched across the floor as he stepped closer, his face unreadable. The faint hum of the machines provided the only sound, amplifying the weight of his silence.
Zoe's hand hovered near her knife, her stance brimming with readiness. "What are you doing down here?" she asked, her voice razor-sharp.
Caleb's gaze flicked to the glowing monitors, then to Finn. "I could ask you the same thing," he replied evenly.
"Don't deflect," Zoe snapped. "We found this place because you've been hiding things. What are you really up to, Caleb?
Mia watched Caleb's jaw tighten, a flicker of frustration crossing his face. He looked at her, his expression softening, but the tension in the room didn't waver.
"I'm not hiding anything that endangers this camp," Caleb said finally, his tone firm but calm. "But I'm not naive enough to think survival doesn't require hard choices."
