We’re with you

Matthew stood up from his seat, his movements deliberate and cautious. He walked silently towards the door, his eyes fixed on the peephole. He leaned in, his face inches from the small circular lens, and peered through the hole. For a fleeting moment, Judas lost track of Matthew's intentions.

"I just have to check if the boy is still in," Matthew explained, his voice low and measured, as he continued to scan the other side of the door.

"Of course, he should be in," Judas replied, his tone matter-of-fact, but laced with a hint of curiosity.

Matthew stepped back from the door, his gaze lingering on the peephole for a fraction of a second before shifting to Judas. "I ought to call Tyler," he said, his expression thoughtful.

Judas's eyes narrowed slightly, his interest piqued. "Now?" he asked, his voice tinged with a subtle skepticism.

Matthew nodded, his jaw set in determination. "Yes, now. We can't afford to wait." With that, he pulled out his phone and began dialing Tyler's number, his