Who are you?
Lewis moved into position, circling to flank him, his eyes locked tightly on the stranger. His voice was clipped, each word heavy with control. “Who are you?” he demanded. The man’s gaze darted nervously toward Morgan, almost as if he were seeking permission before he spoke again. “I’ll explain. Please,” he begged, the tension in his tone hanging thick in the air. The corridor grew still once more, waiting for his next words to come.
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