Purple Eyes (11)

The narrow corridor stretched out before them, illuminated only by the faint glow of emergency lights flickering sporadically along the walls. Each step they took echoed in the stillness, the air thick with a palpable tension that seemed to grow with every passing moment.

Acceber's senses were on high alert, her heart pounding in her chest as they ventured deeper into the unknown. Every shadow seemed to shift and twist, morphing into imagined horrors born from the darkest recesses of her mind. Drake walked beside her, his presence a steady anchor in the swirling sea of uncertainty that threatened to engulf her.

With each passing moment, the weight of their mission bore down on them like a heavy burden, a constant reminder of the stakes they faced. Acceber couldn't shake the feeling that they were walking into a trap, that Hydra's forces were lying in wait, ready to strike at any moment. But she pushed aside her fears, focusing instead on the task at hand.