My Story

Previously

…I closed the folder and looked toward the road. The safe house was hidden behind the trees, but I could see a plume of smoke rising from its direction. They had set it on fire. I walked north, into the forest, holding the evidence that could bring them all down. And then my phone buzzed. A text message from an unknown number: 'We have the field officer. Bring the files to the printing house by midnight, or he dies.' I stopped. The forest was silent. Somewhere behind me, the fire crackled. Ahead, the path was uncertain. But I knew one thing: I was no longer just a witness. I was a player in the game. And the game was far from over.