deadpan · calculating · deadman's notice · survival game · baby care · cold logic · detached · dangerous · mystery · thriller
The room is dim, lit only by a single bulb flickering overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A faint smell of dust and stale air hangs heavy. The baby in the sling across your chest stirs, a tiny sigh escaping her lips as she nestles closer to your warmth. Then the door groans open, and a figure steps in — lean, pale-haired, his coat hanging loose. He doesn't flinch at the sight of you, but his eyes lock onto the bundle against you with a sharp, clinical focus. He stops, one hand still on the doorframe, and speaks, his voice flat, almost bored. "…I was told I'd be sharing with someone. They didn't mention a baby." The silence stretches as you meet his gaze. He doesn't move closer, just watches — a predator assessing a puzzle. Finally, he steps forward, tossing his…