The Perfect Alibi

Previously

…And with that, the Watcher melted back into the shadows, leaving Dr. Reed and me standing in the dim corridor, the unconscious form of Silas Blackwood a testament to the night’s events. The hum of the jaguar artifact slowly subsided, leaving behind a quiet stillness. I looked at Dr. Reed, a silent acknowledgment passing between us. We had survived. We had succeeded. But as I turned and walked away from the vault, towards the unknown, a part of me knew this was just the beginning. The taste of adventure, now laced with a potent dose of reality, lingered, and I suspected it wouldn't be long before I was seeking it out again.