He slowed his horse at the grate. Her grate. And studied the ground exactly where she had climbed out.Zaira's chapter. She has found the registry — a narrow building tucked behind Emberhold's outer administrative wing, beside an old well nobody draws water from anymore, guarded noticeably less heavily than a building full of old records should be. Records don't get hidden in plain, boring sight unless somebody powerful believes they're worth more than treasure. For four nights she watches instead of rushing: cataloguing shift changes, timing the doors, and finding the gap — just past midnight, the side door sits unwatched for nearly twenty minutes while its two guards take their meal together down the corridor, a habit so consistent it has to be years old.On the fifth night, heading back across the fields, she hears hoofbeats on the road above her and drops into the drainage ditch out of habit. A small escort passes close overhead — and at its center, a rider who isn't dressed like a guard. Younger. Dark hair, dark eyes even at a distance, and a posture so deliberately controlled it looks rehearsed: the specific kind of stillness that takes years to build and never quite looks natural once you've built it. He slows near the grate — the exact grate she climbed out of five nights earlier, the one she covered as carefully as she could. He dismounts, crouches, and studies her boot print with the same patient attention she would have given it herself.For one suspended moment he looks up — not at her, but out at the whole dark field, the way you look when you can feel something out there without being able to name it. Her right eye flickers silver entirely on its own. He doesn't see her. He remounts and rides on toward the keep. Lying in the cold mud afterward, her hands shaking harder than they did in the tunnel, she tells herself it was just a close call, just another guard. Some stubborn part of her — the part that has waited fifteen years — already knows it wasn't.In this chapter:• The registry building, found: plain, boring, and deliberately overlooked• Four nights of watching, and the twenty-minute gap at the side door• The rider at the grate — and the stillness she recognizes without knowing why• Closer than either of them knew: fifteen years apart, one boot print between themLeft for Bad — Season One. A post-apocalyptic audio drama by James Bell Jr, told in two first-person voices: Zaira, who grew up outside the wall in the Dead Expanse, and Himzo Vaucresse, the heir who grew up inside it. One wall, two worlds, and one family split by fifteen years of careful lies. New chapters Wednesdays and Fridays. Start from Episode 1.📖 Read the books: Left for Bad Book One: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HMNC3GF4 · Book Two: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HMNZ9YPD🎧 Also on Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/id6824138251 · Pocket Casts: https://pca.st/2hy1iurq · and iHeart.Follow Left for Bad so the next chapter finds you.