The Silent Witness: The Watchman's Reckoning

The air was thick with the scent of rain and the metallic tang of fear as Sector 13's watchman, known only as The Sentinel, stood before the dimly lit interrogation room. His eyes, hollowed by years of solitude, met the cold gaze of the interrogator, Agent Chen. The walls of the room were adorned with the faded silhouettes of Sector 13's countless secrets, each one a silent witness to the city's underbelly.

"The night of the incident," The Sentinel began, his voice a mere whisper, "I was on my usual rounds. The Sector is always quiet, but that night, it was different. I heard a commotion, a sound that shouldn't exist in the quiet streets of Sector 13."

Agent Chen leaned forward, his pen poised over a notepad. "Go on."

The Sentinel's gaze drifted to the corner of the room, where a single light flickered, casting long shadows. "I followed the sound to the old warehouse. There, I saw him, Sector 13's most notorious criminal, The Phantom. He was surrounded by a group of men, all of them armed. I didn't understand why they were there, but I knew it was trouble."

The interrogator's eyes narrowed. "And what did you do?"

The Sentinel's voice cracked. "I did nothing. I watched. I saw him killed, and I did nothing. I was supposed to protect Sector 13, but I failed."

Agent Chen leaned back, his expression unreadable. "And then?"

"And then," The Sentinel continued, "I saw her. She was there, too. She was the one who pulled the trigger. I recognized her. She was once a member of Sector 13, a woman I had protected. But that night, she became a killer."

The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the distant sound of rain. Agent Chen's pen scribbled furiously, capturing every word.

"The Phantom's death was a tragedy, but it was not the end," The Sentinel said, his voice steady now. "The Phantom had a son, a boy who was raised by Sector 13. He didn't know his real father, but he knew his name. And he knew that Sector 13 had failed him."

Agent Chen's eyes widened. "You mean...?"

The Sentinel nodded. "The boy, he's the one who killed her. He killed her because she was the one who killed his father. And now, he's coming for Sector 13."

The interrogator's face turned pale. "This is a dangerous game, Sentinel. You're putting Sector 13 at risk."

The Sentinel looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and determination. "I know. But I can't let Sector 13 forget its past. I can't let it repeat the same mistakes. I have to tell the truth."

Agent Chen stood up, his pen dropping to the floor. "Then you'll have to do it alone. Sector 13 is not a place for heroes."

The Sentinel nodded, his shoulders slumped. "I know."

As the interrogator left the room, The Sentinel's eyes returned to the corner, where the light flickered. He knew that Sector 13's watchman had a reckoning, and it was coming. The question was, would he be ready?

The rain outside continued to pour, a relentless reminder of the storm that was about to engulf Sector 13. The Sentinel stood alone, his fate intertwined with the city's dark secrets, and the truth he had been forced to keep silent for so long.