Morning light cut through the cracks in the blinds, spilling across a room that reeked of ink, steel, and sleeplessness.
K sat in silence his sharp eyes unmoving, his hand idly tracing the map of Tashi scattered across the table. Dried blood marked several corners, a reminder of last night's failures.
Then a voice, smooth as venom.
"Looking good, K…"
He didn't turn. But the faintest crease appeared between his brows.
A soft sound followed heels clicking against the stone, silk sliding over marble. When he finally looked up, a woman with green hair stood before him, her lips curved in a knowing smile. A faint tattoo a serpent coiled lazily around her arm, its ink shimmering faintly under the light.
K exhaled. "Meduza."
She smiled faintly, stepping deeper into the room, her presence filling it like a whisper of poison.
"To think… the man who claims to be all-knowing ended up like this."
