Dominic’s POV

The footage loads slowly, the way old ghosts do. Pixel by pixel, frame by frame, as if the machine itself hesitates to show me what’s coming.

I shouldn’t have this copy. Liana was the one who found it buried in her father’s study like a secret mausoleum. She sent it to me through an encrypted relay before she disappeared again. No message. Just a file labeled “DockFootage_Mirror.”

Something her father must have made or someone else did, without permission. Either ...