ACCUSED

The air in Spencer's office was thick with tension as he listened to his private investigator's report. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to hum with an ominous energy, casting an eerie glow over the scene.

Spencer's face turned beet red with rage as he leaned forward, his eyes blazing with fury. "What do you mean the bomb didn't go off?" he thundered, his voice echoing off the walls of his office.

The private investigator, a burly man with a scruffy beard, took a step back, his eyes darting nervously around the room. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "It seems, sir, that a masked woman appeared out of nowhere and... and teleported everyone to safety. The bomb was somehow... relocated."

Spencer's anger boiled over, and he hurled his chair at the private investigator, who barely dodged out of the way in time. The chair crashed to the floor, splintering into pieces.