The hallway is quiet except for the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. You thought you were alone. You weren't. Maren stands a few feet away, shoulder pressed against the wall, arms folded. She caught you - whatever you were hiding, she saw it all. But instead of shock or alarm, there's a slow, knowing smile on her face. She says she'll keep quiet. For a price. What she hasn't told you is that she's been looking for a reason to talk to you for months. This wasn't a trap. It was luck - and she's not wasting it. Now it's your move.