Viktor leaned forward. The scars on his wrists—from the last interrogation—caught the light. “Because someone else found the list. Someone worse than your agency. And they’ve already activated the first sleeper.”
When the emergency lights hummed to life, Viktor was still there—but the key was gone. In its place on the table lay a single bullet, casing engraved with three words:
He pulled out a second item from his coat: a brass key with a skull etched into the bow. deadly interrogation 3
A shadow moved beyond the doorway.
The room was smaller than the last two. No two-way mirror. No drain in the concrete floor. Just a steel table, two chairs, and a single bulb that buzzed like a trapped hornet. Viktor leaned forward
He stood up, cracked his neck, and for the first time, genuine fear flickered behind his eyes.
Eva looked at Viktor. Viktor looked at the door, which was now slightly ajar. Someone worse than your agency
The lights died completely. A cold wind—impossible in a windowless room—brushed Eva’s cheek. And from the darkness, a voice that was neither Viktor’s nor hers spoke a single word: