The office was quiet. Too quiet.
Elena Blake sat at her desk, staring at the email she wasn’t supposed to see. It had arrived at midnight; no sender, no subject. Just a single line:
“You’ve been chosen.”
She’d laughed at first. A prank, maybe. But the air feels different now. Heavy. Like something was watching.
She glanced around. Everyone had gone home hours ago. The lights above flickered once, then again. Her screen glitched. Symbols she didn’t recognize flashed across the monitor.
She stood, heart racing. The hallway stretched long and empty. But she heard footsteps, soft, slow, deliberate.
“Hello?” she called out.
No answer.
She turned the corner and saw him.
Damian Voss.
He wasn’t supposed to be here. Not this late. Not alone.
“Elena,” he said, voice low. “You need to leave.”
“What’s going on?” she asked. “Why did I get that message?”
He looked at her like he wanted to say everything, but couldn’t.
“You’ve seen too much.”
She backed away. “Damian, what is this?”
He stepped forward. “I’m trying to protect you.”
But before she could speak again, the lights went out.
And the darkness swallowed her whole.