Up until now, Ran’s room has felt like a buffer-- a place to regroup, talk, recover. That ends here.

It starts with a sound... muffled, heavy, wrong. A’isha’s instincts kick in. She’s on alert before there’s even a reason to be. Because she knows that kind of silence never lasts.

Then we see it.

A figure at the door, more dead than alive. Blood in its eyes. Pressure in its limbs. Whatever happened elsewhere in the hospital… has made it here.

The shot cuts through the moment. Quick. Final. And just like that, the room isn’t safe anymore... it’s just next.