LOGIN“What do you mean active?”Estella’s voice cracked slightly.Nobody answered immediately.The blue glow from the corrupted monitor reflected against all three of their faces while the word remained frozen on-screen like a death sentence.LIONEL DUAN — ACTIVENot missing.Not dead.Active.Devon moved first.He quickly inserted another encrypted drive into the side of his computer while lines of code flooded across the screen again.“No…” he muttered under his breath. “No, no, no—”Aizen’s eyes narrowed. “Can you recover the rest?”“I’m trying.”Devon’s fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard.Sweat had started forming lightly near his temple.For the first time since Estella met him, Devon looked genuinely nervous.Not playful. Not confident. Not in control.Afraid.And somehow that made everything worse.Estella slowly stepped closer to the monitor again.Her heartbeat pounded violently against her ribs.Five years.Five years Lionel had been missing.Five years she cried herself t
The room fell silent after the video ended.Not the normal kind of silence.This one felt heavy. Sharp. Like something invisible had just wrapped itself around Estella’s throat and refused to let go.The black monitor screen reflected her pale face faintly.Duan Dyne.Charles Noir Deveraux.Lionel.All inside the same frame.All connected to the same nightmare.Estella stood motionless beside Devon’s desk while the faint hum of the computer filled the apartment. Nobody spoke for several long seconds.Then finally—“How much do you know about this?”Her voice came out quiet, but dangerously steady.Aizen looked at her from across the room.His expression barely changed, but the tension around his jaw tightened slightly.Estella noticed.And suddenly, she hated that she noticed things like that about him now.A few months ago, she would’ve never paid attention to the way Aizen Deveraux breathed, looked away, clenched his fingers, or went silent.Now?Every tiny reaction from him affecte
“That’s impossible…”Estella’s voice came out barely above a whisper.The glow from Devon’s monitor reflected against her pale face as she stared at the name on the screen again.Lionel Duan.Last known operation connected to the safehouse.Her chest tightened painfully.For a few seconds, the room felt too small. Too cold.Devon leaned back in his chair, watching her carefully while lines of encrypted files continued moving across the monitors behind him.“You recognize the location?” he asked quietly.Estella nodded slowly.“Yes.”Her throat suddenly felt dry.“That’s one of the intelligence safehouses connected to the operation where Lionel disappeared.”Devon’s expression darkened slightly.“That means your brother either tried to hide something there…”His fingers tapped lightly against the desk.“…or he was hiding from someone.”Estella immediately looked at him.“No.”The answer came too fast.Too defensive.Devon noticed.“Ella—”“Lionel would never hurt me.”Silence filled th
Estella replayed the audio for the seventh time.The room stayed dark except for the pale light from her laptop screen reflecting against her tired face. Outside the apartment window, the city was still alive—cars moving, distant sirens, faint lights blinking endlessly across the skyline—but inside her apartment, everything felt suffocatingly quiet.Static crackled again.Then her father’s voice returned.“…if anything happens to me…”Estella’s fingers tightened around the edge of the desk.“…never trust the Deveraux family.”The recording ended.Again.This time, she didn’t replay it immediately.She just sat there in silence.Her chest felt tight.Not because she believed it completely.But because a part of her already feared it might be true.Slowly, she leaned back against the chair and closed her eyes.Her mind dragged her back to everything that had happened recently.The hidden files. Charles Noir Deveraux. Project Mionier. Aizen knowing too much. Aizen hiding too much.And wo
The hallway outside Estella’s apartment fell silent after her question.Too silent.The city lights outside the tall windows painted pale reflections across the polished marble floor. Somewhere far below, traffic moved like distant waves, but up here everything felt trapped inside a pressure chamber.Aizen stood a few steps away from her.Still.Unreadable.But Estella saw it.That tiny shift in his breathing. That almost invisible tightening of his jaw.For the first time since she met him, her instincts told her something terrifying.Aizen Deveraux was cornered.And dangerous people became even more dangerous when cornered.Estella slowly lowered her hand from the doorknob.Her pulse was steady on the outside.Inside, it wasn’t.The folder she had seen in his car earlier kept replaying in her head.Charles Noir Deveraux.Project Mionier.Her father’s name.Too many coincidences.Too many shadows connecting them together.She looked directly into his eyes.“Who exactly was your fathe
Estella replayed the video three times.Then four.Then again.The room around her slowly became suffocating.The laptop screen illuminated her pale face while the city lights outside her apartment blurred behind the rain-covered windows. Her fingers trembled slightly against the keyboard, but she forced herself to stay still.To think.Not panic.Not yet.On the screen, the little girl curled inside the white room kept crying soundlessly.Twelve-year-old Estella.Small. Terrified. Alone.The image alone was enough to make her chest ache.But it was the voice behind the camera that destroyed her concentration completely.Charles Noir Deveraux.Aizen’s father.Estella paused the video again.Her breathing turned shallow.“No…”She whispered it softly to herself, almost like denial.But she knew what she heard.That voice was real.And suddenly, memories began connecting themselves inside her head one after another like sharp puzzle pieces finally finding their places.Aizen knowing abo







