C35 Scar’s Quiet Infiltration
The Morgan estate was supposed to be unbreachable. High walls, armed guards, sensors, cameras—layers upon layers of defense that Ethan himself had overseen.
And yet, that morning, as Rachel descended the main staircase, something stopped her cold.
On the grand oak banister, where no one ever touched except the maids during their meticulous polishing, sat a single black chess piece.
A knight
