Even though Darcy had already organised and transmitted every piece of information he had uncovered to Clyde's team with meticulous care, his mind refused to settle into rest. The night stretched endlessly before him, heavy and suffocating, as though the darkness itself was pressing down upon his thoughts. No matter how many times he closed his eyes, no matter how deliberately he attempted to empty his mind, a restless unease continued to coil within his chest, tightening with every passing moment.
