Chapter 33: The Shot  

Felix POV:

The hiss under the grating thickened into a steady whisper, like the ship was exhaling through the floor.

‘No face, no hands, no name.’ The riddle ran through my head like a whisper, without asking for my permission ‘Slips beneath the door. The harder you run, the more you take in.’

Gas. Of course it was gas.

My lungs felt like paper. Somewhere below, a door slammed, and the sound went through me like a hand on my spine.

"The roof, Felix." Renato's hands were still open at his sides.