POV: Ian Greco

I watched through my laptop as all the pieces converged.

The security camera feed I'd hacked hours ago showed four figures approaching the old library basement from different directions. Desi arriving first, checking her phone for the meeting location. Otto appearing seconds later, his body language already aggressive from the blood moon's influence. Then Emilia, my dear sister, walking into my trap despite supposedly knowing better.

And finally, Cassio. The innocent bystander ...