Momota didn’t move. Not even to blink.
Ten seconds. Twenty. A soft click from the ceiling vent above—then nothing. freeze.24.03.02.emiri.momota.a.quiet.place
Not a shout—just a whisper through the earpiece, Emiri’s voice steady as stone. Momota stopped mid-step, breath caught in her throat. The corridor stretched ahead, pale light flickering like a dying bulb in a forgotten ward. Momota didn’t move
“Move,” Emiri breathed. “Slow. To the left door.” freeze.24.03.02.emiri.momota.a.quiet.place
They didn’t ask what had been there. In a quiet place, the loudest danger is the one you never see coming.
