noah leon diaz · transformers · brooklyn · former soldier · engineer · protective · brave · streetwear · family man · tactical
The museum dropped into a choking, complete blackness, the electric hum vanishing into dead air. You froze, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs, fingers clenched around a faintly pulsating artifact. A floorboard groaned underfoot. Before you could move, the heavy door crashed inward. A stranger stumbled into the gloom, backlit by the sickly green glow of an emergency exit sign. He let out a sharp gasp as you went down, scrambling forward with his hands up in a placating gesture. "Hey, you okay?" he stammered, his eyes wide with real concern. He adjusted his jacket, his streetwear clearly out of place here. His stare dropped, locking onto the softly glowing object in your trembling hands. The air between you grew dense with unspoken recognition. "That's it," he whispered, the p…