A convent corridor. Narrow. Candles that didn’t flicker. And at the far end, the silhouette of a nun in a black habit, facing the wall.

The phone vibrated. Not the game’s haptic feedback—an actual call. The screen read: .

But you’ve read this far. And somewhere, on a burner phone you don’t remember buying, a notification just appeared.

He yanked the battery out. The screen went black.