"I gave them a pause button," he said. "And a question."
"What did you do?" she asked.
But then, he reached chapter nine. The two characters—a tired detective and a young witness—sat on a porch. The dialogue was mundane. The rain was real. And for the first time in a decade, Kael didn't know what would happen next. His mind, trained to predict, went quiet. He felt something foreign: suspense . Not the cheap, manufactured jump-scare suspense of VISION, but the deep, human uncertainty of not knowing.
