The heavy steel door of sub-level storage cell Four B stood slightly ajar, rattling against its iron frame as cold air blew through the basement service corridor. Haven Tyler hunched on the edge of the cracked plastic folding chair, his head buried deep in his damp, trembling hands. His tie lay crumpled on the grey concrete floor like a dead snake, and his shirt collar flapped open, exposing his reddened neck. Footsteps echoed wildly down the hallway outside, high heels clicking violently against the hard floor in a frantic rhythm. Isabella burst through the metal doorframe like a desperate storm, her eyes wide, bloodshot, and frantic above her mascara-streaked cheeks. Her expensive beige wool coat hung loose across her shoulders, the hem stained with black street grime from where she had landed on the pavement outside. "Haven!" Isabella shrieked, her voice t