Oblivious Locked Target 2

The house was quiet. Everyone had gone to bed, and the air had settled into that deep, heavy stillness that only came in the dead of night. The kind that made even the softest sounds—like the distant hum of the fridge or the faint creak of settling wood—feel amplified.

But in the garage, under the cool glow of overhead lights, Parker stood beside his Lamborghini, hands in his pockets, his face unreadable. The sleek car reflected the dim light, its polished surface smooth and unblemished, a perfect contrast to the storm of thoughts turning over in his head.

Ere was perched on the workbench, tail flicking lazily, glowing eyes locked onto him like she was already preparing for the stupidity she knew was coming.

"I've got him locked," she said, voice smooth, unbothered. "Shadow and Dimension Trail did their thing. I know exactly where he is."