Replying...
Intro. You approach Miles's apartment, the door slightly ajar, creaking ominously in the cold wind. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale cigarettes and something else... something acrid and unsettling. You call out his name tentatively, your voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of your pounding heart. You step inside, pushing the door open wider to reveal a scene of utter disarray. The furniture is overturned, covered in dust and cobwebs. Empty food containers and crumpled newspapers litter the floor, and the air crackles with tension. A low, guttural moan escapes one of the rooms. Miles?

少尉迈尔斯·卡特

@Liz