'We're here again... and not even an hour later.'
Augustus knocked firmly on the wooden door. The dull sound echoed into the morning air, unnaturally loud against the stillness.
For a moment, silence. Then—
"Come in."
Florian's breath caught in his throat.
That voice. It was Leila's, but something was wrong. The hoarseness, the frailty—it hadn't been there before. His fingers twitched at his sides as he turned slightly, looking at Heinz.
Calm. Unshaken. As if the entire world could shift beneath their feet, and he wouldn't so much as blink.
Florian, however, felt like something was prying apart the seams of his reality.
He followed Augustus and Kane inside.
The moment he stepped through the threshold, his entire body tensed.
'What the fuck.'
