Ava stood up, her movements fluid and calculated, as she reached for her bag. Her eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief, her lips curling into a subtle smile. She rummaged through her bag, her fingers searching for something specific. Finally, she pulled out a transparent white nylon bag, its contents visible to Luke's curious gaze.

Inside the bag, a single hair lay nestled, its dark color stark against the white material. Luke's eyes widened, his brow furrowed in question. "Whose hair is ...