It was a photograph torn in two. The person in the photo was Iris Churchill, her smile charming and her eyes sparkling, exuding an aura of youth. A handsome young man stood beside her. Both were wearing school uniforms, so it looked like a high school picture. Both of them looked very young and innocent.
The curtains in the room were drawn tight, blocking all light. She turned on her phone's flashlight, cupped the beam, and examined it closely. The man looked a little familiar. After a moment of thought, she finally recognized him and exclaimed, "This person... he looks like Peter Chapman, the Secretary-General of the Noriver City Committee's Secretariat..."
