The reflection vanished.

“What was that?” I whispered, turning to Maddox.

“I don’t know,” he muttered.

Clutching the knife tighter, I tiptoed backward.

Maddox frowned. “Relax. It’s just a mouse.”

“Oh.” Relief washed through me in a shaky sigh. “Phew.”

He walked straight to the CCTV fixed in the corner, his gaze narrowing. He squinted, tapped the side, and shook his head.

“This crap doesn’t even work.”

“That’s… a good thing, right?” I muttered.

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