Decoding the Past
The motel room felt even more claustrophobic than before, the cheap floral wallpaper pressing in on Ethan like a shroud. The adrenaline from the previous night's ambush had dissipated, leaving behind a bone-deep weariness and a gnawing uncertainty. He stared at the worn-out carpet, its intricate pattern now seeming like another layer of encoded information he couldn't decipher.