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not anymore. There was a loud bang and it took Evan some time to realize that it wasn't the gun that went off; rather, it was the door being burst open, stealing the hunter's attention and pausing the execution. Evan opened his eyes and looked at the door with curious hope and not a lot of expectance, but he smiled when he saw the man who stood in the doorway straight and proper, impeccably dressed in a three piece suit with a velvet top hat and a gold chained watch. It was Arthur.

Niffa said as she run to catch up with the old man. “I’m telling you this for the last time, do not go in there,” he said and leave Niffa outside. Niffa was confused, she wanted to convince the old man. The sky was bright but cloudy, she cannot feel the sun that mostly had warmth on her skin. The place was cold as she look around, the place was surrounded by huge trees. She was like in the middle of a circle space. She look at the wooden hut, the old man was inside. Niffa decided to escape, she run slowly making no sounds of heavy footsteps. She should suppose to step inside the dark forest but she hit an invisible wall and she falls to the ground. She stands up groaning in pain, she decided

She walked out of the sunroom and down the carpeted hallway toward Arthur’s private study at the far end of the wing. She didn't knock. She simply turned the heavy brass handle and pushed the door open. The study was dim, the heavy velvet curtains drawn halfway across the tall windows. Arthur was sitting at his large mahogany desk. He wasn't looking at a computer screen or reviewing legal briefs. He was holding an old, silver-plated pocket watch that had belonged to their father—a heavy piece that didn't run anymore. He was tracing the engraved initials on the back with his thumb. He looked up when the door opened, his expression instantly closing down into a neutral, unreadable mask. "Evely

When I came out of the restroom at the rest stop, I saw my brother, Joe Thompson, and my sister, Lyra Thompson, getting into the car. I rushed after them, but before I could reach it, the car started and drove away. I ran after it in a panic, shouting, "Dad! Mom! I am still outside!" The car took a turn and merged into traffic, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye. I stared in the direction where it vanished. My lips trembled as I whispered, "Dad, Mom, I am still here…"

Conversations dip just slightly, attention tilts without people realizing it. Arthur doesn’t make a scene when he enters. He doesn’t need to. He just walks in like the place belongs to him, like everything eventually does. I straighten a little in my chair, eyes tracking him without being obvious about it. Wrong place. Wrong time. Nina is still busy with Toby, completely unaware. He’s trying to convince her that he needs another cookie, and she’s pretending to consider it like it’s a high-level negotiation. I glance back at Arthur.

Arthur said with an absolute tone full of confidence. Flora weakly slapped the man's hand away, then got out of the car with a staggering, powerless step without giving the slightest answer. She walked into her house, thinking her hellish suffering had ended, without her knowing that a hidden camera slyly installed by Vanessa had recorded her entire bed activity with Arthur completely—ready to become a time bomb that would destroy her life.

PROJECT ZERO REDIRECTED TO SECONDARY SITE: THE GLASS HOUSE. ​"It’s not over," Arthur said, appearing at the edge of the woods. "They’re going back to where it started. They're going to burn the evidence with you in it."

I slammed the engine to life, the tires spinning in the dirt as I floored it. "Darius, my father!" Iris looked back. Arthur was standing in the middle of the clearing, clutching his ledger to his chest as the red mist swallowed him whole. He didn't scream. He just vanished into the crimson dark, the leather-bound book the last thing I saw before the fog claimed him. I didn't look back. I drove like a man possessed, the van bouncing over the uneven terrain as we raced away from the gorge. "We're just humans in a van, Iris," I said, a dark, hysterical laugh bubbling up as I checked the rearview mirror. "No pack, no palace, and a world that’s currently turning into a horror show."

How dare they try to ambush him while he was still asleep! How annoying. After finishing, Arthur checked his messages. Jeffrey had sent him numerous messages, but he hadn’t read them yet. Knowing he’d been gone for days, Arthur decided to ease their worries. He pouted and called Jeffrey. "Mr. Jeff, come pick me up! I’ll send you my location." After the call, Arthur sat in the nearby bushes, watching the fools on the motion detector searching for him, and rolled his eyes. These idiots thought they could use infrared to track him? How ridiculous. He had already shielded himself.

They weren't hiding; they were positioned like statues, their earpieces glinting in the morning sun. ​"Dad?" Vivienne called out as she entered the sun-drenched kitchen. ​Arthur was sitting at the head of the marble table, a copy of the Financial Times spread out before him, but he wasn't reading. He was staring at a bank of security monitors on his tablet. The moment he heard her voice, he swiped the screen black and looked up with a bright, albeit forced, smile. ​"Morning, my angel. You look refreshed. I take it the lobster at the Mayor's was as good as the rumors say?"