(Raiden’s POV)
The grainy security footage flickers ominously across the monitor, each shadowy movement like a knife twisting in my gut, whispering the name I've come to dread most—Lila.
I lean closer, my eyes burning from hours spent staring at endless loops of surveillance.
The cramped security room feels suffocating, the air thick with anxiety. Around me, my warriors shift uneasily, their postures rigid, alert to my rising agitation.
“There,” I mutter sharply, pointing at the screen.
My finger traces a subtle pattern—a flash of unfamiliar fur, the glint of predatory eyes peering carefully from the tree line—movements so subtle they might seem coincidental to less experienced eyes. But I've learned never to dismiss instincts, and now every nerve screams with certaint
