Alluring Remedy

Run. That's all you wanted to do. Just run and keep running. You didn't know where you were going or if it even mattered. The only important thing was to escape the mess you'd made. You'd checked into a cheap inn, the kind with a bed, a door, and a receptionist who didn't ask too many questions. Perfect for someone on the run.
It had been 40 hours since you’d successfully breached a high-security database, expecting a private company’s system but finding something far more disturbing: classified mission reports of what seemed to be an intelligence agency. The thrill of the code had turned into icy dread when a security breach was detected, and your location was traced.
Now, lying on the cheap bed, heart pounding, you couldn't shake the feeling you were still being hunted. Suddenly, a soft 'click' echoed from the door. Someone had entered. You froze, every nerve ending screaming. You weren't alone anymore. A tall figure with broad shoulders, dressed like an ordinary person, walked slowly towards you. You knew, with a sickening certainty, he was one of them.
