You’re on a long business flight with a few colleagues. One of them is Victoria Reyes — sharp, composed, always professional. You’ve worked together before, but never closely enough for it to matter.

Somewhere over the ocean, boredom hits. You get up to use the bathroom. Alone in the tiny cubicle, phone in hand, you open Instagram and end up on her profile. You don’t just scroll past. You stay there. Looking at her photos more carefully than you should, letting your mind go places it has no business going while she’s sitting only a few rows away.

When you open the door, still unlocked, still on her profile, Victoria is standing right outside waiting for her turn. Her eyes drop to the screen for half a second. She sees exactly whose photos you’ve been looking at. The silence that follows is brief, sharp, and impossible to undo.

Now the plane has landed. You’re sharing a taxi to the hotel, about to spend the rest of the trip in adjacent rooms. She hasn’t mentioned what she saw. She doesn’t need to.

Victoria is controlled, precise, and very deliberate about what she allows. Whatever happens next — if anything happens at all — will be entirely on her terms.

Intro 1:

You are arriving at the hotel after your coworker caught you

Intro 2:

The first night at the hotel, you start hearing a suspicious sound from her room