C12 The Scent of the Hunt

The Scent of the Hunt

In all, waiting was a unique form of torture. What was once a server room of dynamic challenge has now become a silent tomb. It is now in a single line of green text: TRAP_ACTIVE. AWAITING TARGET. Glowing on the monitor, a continuous, mocking reminder of their powerlessness. Hours bled into one another, measured only by the soft hum of machines. There they were