POV: Emilia Greco

The box under my bed held three years of documentation.

I sat on my dorm room floor at 3 AM, surrounded by printed screenshots, recorded conversations, and testimonies from Ian's victims that I'd been collecting since we were fifteen. Every manipulation. Every lie. Every person he'd destroyed for entertainment or strategic advantage.

My hands shook as I organized the evidence into chronological order. Starting with small things in middle school. A rumor here, a broken ...