MIRA

Jackson and I race up to the attic, and some security follow behind, it's their job, but they're not as curious as both of us. There, we find traces of someone living there.

They're blankets, some stolen food items, a broken burner, a small laptop she uses to monitor the house. Among those is an envelope addressed to me in a handwriting I don't recognize. The name on it is Aurora Mckurkin.

The security searches the place for anything that can tell us the exact identity of the rat in ...