The door burst open. Noel stormed inside, chest heaving, Selene at his shoulder. His emerald eyes locked onto Nicolas, urgency carved into every line of his face.
"Nicolas," he said sharply, almost a growl. "You're in danger."
Nicolas lowered the parchment with deliberate calm, his eyes flicking up to meet Noel's. His expression didn't shift; he simply set the paper down on the table, folding it neatly. "Danger?" His voice was smooth, unhurried. "From what?"
Noel took a step closer, Revenant Fang still strapped at his side, sweat streaking down his temple from the sprint. The blue screen burned in his vision—[Time limit: 9 minutes, 27 seconds.]—a countdown that no one else could see.
"I don't have time to explain," Noel pressed, his tone cutting. "But you need to trust me. Something is coming for you right now."
Selene stood just behind him, silent but steady, her cyan eyes shifting between the two men.
