Avery, using his heightened senses, detects a subtle anomaly in his usual patrol routea faint, lingering scent of a rare cologne he's never encountered-confirming his suspicion that he is being watched, injecting a new layer of paranoia into his already volatile life, as he fears not just for himself but for the implications of this new unknown on Maya. A chillingly familiar sound, a whisper of a distant, ancient melody, drifts through the night air, stirring a deep-seated, half-forgotten fear in Avery's heart, a melody his grandmother used to hum.

The Watcher's Gaze