s. She recognized the handwriting on some of the documents as her husband's, but the names and dates meant nothing to her. She began to sift through the papers, her eyes scanning the t

e Protocol." Below it, a series of numbers and letters seemed to be some sort of code. Her heart racing, she wondered what the Eclipse Protocol could be. Was it a project, a plan, or something more sinister? She felt a chill run down her spine as she realized that she might be holding something much bigger than she'd initially thought. She tucked the notebook into her bag, deciding to study it further when she was safely away from the storage facility. As she prepared to leave, she heard the sound of footsteps echoing outside the unit. Her heart skipped a beat. She wasn't alone. She froze, holding her breath as the footsteps grew louder. The dim lighting of the storage facility seemed to amplify her fear, making every creak of the metal shelves sound like a warning. She quickly gathered the documents and photos, shoving them back into the box, and pushed it into the corner of the unit, trying to make it look undisturbed. Her hands trembled slightly as she closed the lid, the sound of the lock clicking into place seeming loud in the silence. The footsteps stopped right outside the unit. She held perfectly still, her eyes fixed on the door. A key was inserted into the lock, and the door creaked open. A figure stood in t

hurried towards her car. The sound echoed through the parking lot, making her feel like she was being herded towards some unknown fate. She fumbled for her keys, her hands shaking as she unlocked the door and slid into the driver's seat. As she started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, she caught a glimpse of the stranger in her rearview mirror. He stood watching her leave, his face expressionless, but his eyes seemed to bore into her very soul. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she accelerated, leaving the facility and the stranger behind. But she knew she wasn't safe yet. She drove aimlessly, checking her rearview mirror for any signs of pursuit. The roads were empty, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. After what felt like hours of driving, she