The assignment led them deep into the Research Sector, where reports of an unexplained phenomenon had surfaced overnight. The hallways were eerily quiet, the usual hum of distant activity replaced with an unsettling stillness.
"Doesn't feel right," Reyes muttered, checking the safety on her sidearm.
Trench nodded. "Let's stay sharp."
They advanced cautiously, the dim lights flickering overhead. It wasn't long before they encountered the first anomaly—a floating desk, suspended midair, rotating slowly as if caught in an unseen current.
"Well, that's new," Reyes murmured.
Before Trench could respond, a sudden, guttural noise echoed from further down the corridor. Both agents tensed, weapons drawn.
"Looks like we're not alone," Trench said, voice low.
Reyes smirked. "Wouldn't be fun if we were."
With careful steps, they moved forward, ready to face whatever the Oldest House had in store for them next.