Third POV
Jeremy slips away from the lavish banquet hall, the clinking of glasses and chatter fading behind him as he seeks solace in the quiet of the corridors. His hand trembles as he fumbles for his cigarette pack and lighter, his mind still reeling from the events of the evening.
Slumping against the cool stone wall, Jeremy tries to steady his nerves. The memory of the confrontation at the hall keeps playing in his head.
Just as he manages to light his cigarette, a silhouette catches his eye further down the corridor. A figure, casually leaning against the wall, the dim light casting an air of mystery around him. Jeremy's heart skips a beat as he recognizes the familiar stance.
"Micah?" Jeremy's voice is barely a whisper, disbelief mingling with dread.
Micah pushes himself off the
