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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.

The mountain air was a freezing wheeze in my lungs as I stared at the man who had been my ghost, my hero, and now, my greatest executioner. Arthur Vance stood under the cold glare of the town car’s headlights, looking every bit the patriarch. He didn’t look like a man who had spent five years in hiding; he looked like a man who had spent five years watching a chess board, waiting for his daughter to move exactly where he’d predicted.

With a joyful grin and as best a light step as she could do with her injury, she hastened into the house before her parents had the opportunity to complete their walk from the barn toward the house. “Visibility isn’t ideal in this light,” Arthur said over the piece of straw that he was chewing on as he squinted the distance from the barn to the house, “but I could have sworn Eliza was running naked into the house again.” “I didn’t see anything,” Viviane protested. “You’re probably imagining it because of yesterday. Worry can do that to a person.” With a slight shrug and a nod, he said, “Yes, it can.”

“Make sure she’s awake for us too.” “Yeah,” agreed a comrade, “It’s bad enough to have had that wrinkled mess. I don’t want to feel like I’m screwing a corpse as well.” With his men eagerly monitoring his progress in removing Kendra’s clothing, Olga quickly warned Arthur to remain still no matter what happened. By now, he was familiar with the movement of her lips as she said the invisibility spell. His concern was that Rex lay unconscious only feet away. Did she expect him to become the invisible one?

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.