to a frightened child. It wasn’t an innocent misunderstanding.
As I watched the playback on my screen, my hands began to shake so violently that I nearly dropped my phone onto the hardwood floor, and my entire body went ice-cold, as if someone had dumped a vat of liquid nitrogen over my head.
Act V: The Truth in Green and Black
On the screen, the timestamp read 12:14 AM.
The room was pitch black to the naked eye, but the infrared lens illuminated every detail with crystalline precision. Emma was lying sound asleep in her bed, her small chest rising and falling in deep, rhythmic breaths.
Then, the door handle turned with agonizing slowness.
There was no sound—just the mechanical click of the latch giving way. Evan slipped into the room like a shadow, moving with a practiced, feline stealth that he never displayed
