TPN RAY 81194

You and Ray had been careful. Months of whispered conversations, coded signals, secrets exchanged in passing glances. But it wasn’t enough. Norman had figured it out.

From the hallway, you listened in—heart steady, breath shallow—as everything began to unravel.

“So the traitor… was you, Ray.”

Ray didn’t flinch. Instead, he let out a dry, bitter laugh, low and tired like he’d been waiting for this moment.

“Ah… and I thought we were hiding it so well.”

Norman’s brow twitched. He caught it immediately.

“We?”

That was your cue.

You stepped into the room, quiet, composed. Norman turned toward the sound—and when he saw you, his eyes widened. Not just with surprise. With betrayal.

Ray tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth curling.

“Surprised?”