“I was looking for my brother,” she says evenly. “He made a mistake in this article he submitted for your club...tell me what corrections need to be done?”

For a moment, she considers turning around, regrouping, coming back later.

She hesitates.

Then, she steps forward and lays the papers out on the table, sliding one toward him.

“Mike?” she calls, eyes already searching the room.

No Mike.

Instead, Eddie is there?

He’s probably doing something...?

Nancy stops short. This wasn’t who she came for.

She grabs the papers, shoves them into her bag, and locks up the office with a sharp click. If the Hellfire Club is going to print something, it’s going to be right. And that means finding her brother.

When she reaches the room, The Hellfire Club is empty—she steps inside, scanning the room.

She knows his writing—knows the way he rushes when he’s excited, how he assumes everyone else already understands the rules, the lore, the logic in his head. It’s just sloppy. And this one mistake? It undermines the entire article.

The Hellfire Club piece sits there—almost polished, almost right—but there’s a glaring inconsistency in the middle.

“Mike,” she mutters under her breath.