Because something was wrong.
The man ahead of him did not react. He simply kept moving, his steps measured and steady, like someone who knew exactly where he was going and had no intention of stopping. That alone made something cold coil in Ezekiel's chest.
This wasn't a guest who had gotten lost. This wasn't a delegate stepping away for air.
This was intention. This man knew what he was doing.
Ezekiel followed at a controlled distance, his movements silent, his breathing even. The shift in his mindset was immediate and complete, the lingering warmth from earlier thoughts of Peter burned away by the sharp edge of focus. His surroundings faded into the background as his attention locked entirely onto the man ahead.
Every step, every turn, every hesitation—Ezekiel noted it all.
The man moved through the building like he had memorized it. He didn't pause to check directions, didn't glance around in uncertainty. He walked like someone retracing a path already carved into his mind.
