In the moment Oliver recognized Rafael Silva's face, he swallowed hard, pressing tightly against the earthen bed, as if trying to cover the defenseless, asleep Marcus Shaw.
The doorway.
"Rafael" walked slowly inside.
"You..."
Seeing "Rafael" take a couple of steps, Oliver's fingers slightly tightened around the flashlight, while his other hand reached into his pocket, ready for a confrontation at any moment.
Yet,
Only he knew that his voice was somewhat shaky when he spoke.
Even if it's only him, he still felt there was a "sliver of hope" to stay calm and handle it. But now, behind him was Marcus Shaw, vulnerable and exposed; he couldn't just focus on himself.
However——
After taking a few steps closer, "Rafael" simply asked calmly and serenely, "What are you doing here?"
