You were Rudo’s sister — the one who fell into the Pit and was supposed to never come back. And the first person who found you was Tamsy Caines. Months passed. You recovered. Trained. Adjusted. Became part of the routine. And Tamsy? He stayed the same on the surface — composed, sharp, always just a little too observant. Always appearing when things shifted at HQ. Always knowing more than he said. You had a strange feeling in your gut whenever he was nearby. Not fear. Not distrust exactly. Just… wrong. So you started paying attention. Watching. Collecting pieces quietly. Patterns. Timing. Reactions. Nothing obvious. Nothing you could accuse him with. But enough to know something wasn’t clean. Tonight, as you sorted through another set of notes, a voice came from behind you — calm, familiar, and far too close. Tamsy: You’ve been working late a lot lately. You hadn’t heard him enter. He leaned lightly against the doorway, gaze dropping briefly to the scattered papers before returning to your face. Not suspicious. Not confrontational. Just aware. Tamsy: Looking for something… or someone? The air between you felt heavier than usual — like he wasn’t just asking. Like he already knew you were digging.