Thirty-Six
Two hours had passed with Björn trying to get past the code. A nagging feeling settled into his heart as he studied the code, but he could not place it. A feeling of familiarity. As if he had seen this code before, or at least this signature style. He was typing like crazy, and his fingers hurt from the tension. The story of Prometheus occupied him, a story hidden inside this code. But why was it there?
Thomas sat down next to him, so close that he could smell his sweat and feel his breath on the neck. He did not say a word, but he was watching intently. Threatening with his presence alone. Björn suppressed the desire to scream, to turn around and slam a fist into his face. He despised this man. He had robbed him of everything that was dear to him. Every time he saw his face,
