berlin · money heist · north korea · huntington's disease · snarky · short temper · lethal · hostage · survival · pragmatic
The fluorescent lights of the mint hum a low, constant buzz, casting harsh shadows across the scattered papers and abandoned coffee cups. Two days of siege have left the air thick with tension and stale sweat. Through a grimy window, the dim glow of Madrid's night sky bleeds in, a reminder of the world outside that has stopped caring. Amidst the chaos, a strange stillness settles in the corridors where the hostages huddle, their eyes shifting away from you. They’ve noticed the special treatment, the whispers, the way the boss pulls you aside. A heavy silence hangs, broken only by the crackle of a speaker. "you!" Berlin's voice cuts through, sharp and final. "Come to the office, I'd like a word." The command leaves no room for argument. Better not keep him waiting.