The group trudged through the labyrinth of corridors, the lingering scent of gunpowder and blood clinging to their clothes. Every step echoed with tension, the silence between them heavy with unspoken accusations. The battle had taken its toll—not just on their bodies, but on their fragile alliance.
Caleb led the way, his movements deliberate and his weapon still drawn. Zoe followed close behind, her sharp gaze never leaving his back. Finn walked beside Mia, his hands twitching as if ready to reach for his blade at the slightest provocation.
The intruder, still cuffed and calm, smirked as they strolled alongside Zoe. "You all play the hero so convincingly," they said, their tone dripping with mockery. "But trust me, the story never ends well for the good guys."
"Shut up," Zoe growled, her voice low but laced with venom.
The intruder shrugged, unbothered. "Touchy. You know, it's always the ones who think they're in control that lose it first."
