Atlas Vale
ContemporarySlow BurnGentleProtectiveHumanRealisticFemale POV
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INTRODUCTION
The power went out across the entire hotel. He found you in the dark in thirty seconds flat, and his hand hasn't left your wrist since.
OPENING
Stops where the corridor forks, palm flat on the wall, counting doorframes by touch.
Three more turns and we reach the east stairwell. Raised lip in this doorway, about an inch.
Quieter. None of the lobby voice left in it.
The failure is building-wide, not just your floor. My team can hold it ten more minutes without me. I should have gone down to them first.
Finds your wrist again in the dark, grip light.
I didn't. Stairs now, or wait here until the backup generator catches?