The silence in the security room felt suffocating.
Daniel's words lingered in the air long after he left.
"…this isn't just about the Knight family. It's about you."
Emily stood still, her thoughts in chaos.
Could it really be true?
Had someone been watching her… all this time?
Alexander noticed the change in her expression.
"Hey," he said softly.
Emily looked up at him.
"You don't believe him… do you?"
Alexander didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he stepped closer.
"I believe something is wrong," he said carefully.
"But I don't believe everything he says."
Emily lowered her gaze.
"But what if he's right?"
Her voice trembled slightly.
"What if this didn't start now?"
She took a slow breath.
"What if it started a long time ago… and I just didn't know?"
Alexander's expression hardened.
"Then we find out the truth."
He reached for her hand again.
"And we deal with it together."
Emily felt a small sense of comfort.
But the fear inside her didn't disappear.
Because deep down…
She knew something about her past didn't feel right anymore.
Just then—
The head of security rushed into the room.
"Sir."
Alexander turned.
"What is it?"
"We found something."
The tension instantly returned.
"What did you find?" Alexander asked.
The man hesitated for a moment.
"Not here," he said.
"It's in the old archive room."
Alexander frowned.
"The archive room?"
"Yes, sir."
"That area hasn't been used in years."
Emily's heart skipped.
"Why would anything be there?"
The guard swallowed.
"Because… someone accessed it tonight."
Silence.
Alexander's eyes darkened.
"Take us there."
Without wasting another second, they followed the guard out of the security room.
The mansion felt different now.
Darker.
Colder.
Almost like it was hiding something.
They walked down a long hallway that led to a restricted section of the estate.
The lights were dim.
The air felt heavy.
Finally, they stopped in front of a large wooden door.
"Here," the guard said.
Alexander pushed the door open.
The room inside was filled with old shelves, boxes, and documents covered in dust.
It smelled of time.
Neglect.
Secrets.
Emily stepped inside slowly.
"Why would anyone come here?" she whispered.
The guard pointed toward a table.
"That's why."
Emily followed his direction.
Her breath caught.
A box sat open on the table.
Inside were several old files.
But one file had been pulled out and left behind.
Alexander walked over and picked it up.
His expression changed immediately.
"What is it?" Emily asked.
He didn't answer.
Instead, he handed the file to her.
Emily looked down at it.
Her hands began to shake.
Because written clearly on the front was a name.
Her name.
"Emily…"
Her voice barely came out.
"This file… it's about me."
The room went completely silent.
Alexander's voice dropped.
"Open it."
Emily hesitated.
Her heart pounded loudly in her chest.
Slowly…
She opened the file.
Inside were documents.
Old records.
Photographs.
And then—
A picture slipped out and fell to the floor.
Emily bent down to pick it up.
The moment she saw it—
Her world froze.
It was a photo of her as a child.
Standing beside a man.
The same man.
The one from her memories.
The one from the surveillance footage.
Emily's hands trembled.
"It's him…"
Alexander stepped closer.
"Who is he?"
Emily looked up slowly.
Fear filled her eyes.
"I don't know his name…"
She swallowed.
"But he's the one who used to visit me."
A heavy silence filled the room.
Because now…
They were no longer guessing.
The man wasn't just watching her.
He had been part of her life.
For a very long time.
And the most terrifying part—
They still didn't know why.