Jason Walker never thought silence could feel so loud.The cabin was nestled deep in the woods, far from the ruined city skyline that once defined his life. Here, the only thing that pierced the stillness was birdsong, the rustle of wind through pine trees, and the gentle creak of old wooden floorboards when he moved. It had been three months since that final night—the night the city held its breath, and he finally exhaled.He poured himself a cup of black coffee, the aroma rich and earthy, steam curling like ghosts above the rim. Outside, the morning mist clung to the grass, wrapping the world in a soft gray cocoon. For the first time in years, Jason had no enemies. No lies to maintain. No one to kill.He walked onto the porch barefoot, feeling the damp chill of the wood under his soles. His eyes scanned the forest line automatically, an old reflex. But nothing stirred. No threats. No traps. Just trees, tall and steady. He took a seat on the swing chair and let it sway gently, his ga