Raven moved through the mansion corridors alone. Dark pressed in from both sides, thick and heavy like it was trying to swallow her whole. Vincent had only given her a quiet nod and two words: "Find them." The Guardians didn't know. That was deliberate. She worked better unwatched — fewer eyes, fewer people second-guessing every move she made.
She slipped into the logistics wing first. Small room. Painted-shut window. Shelves of dusty binders that hadn't been touched in months. The terminal glowed faint blue in the dark, the only light in the whole damn place. She dropped into the chair, fingers already flying across the keys with the same cold precision she used to put on triggers and blades. Heartbeat steady for now. Barely.
