Controlled silence

She hesitated… then clicked.

The image opened.

It was her.

Clara.

Sitting facing the camera. Dark circles under her eyes. But… different. Colder.

She spoke.

— “If you’re looking at this… it means it’s started again.”

Clara felt her blood run cold.

— “You’re forgetting again. Just like last time.”

The video was slightly shaky.

— “Julien hasn’t left.”

Silence.

— “You’re the one who killed him.”