C45 The Trap Begins

The footage played in total silence.

No dialogue. No sound. Only Rachel’s movements — measured, trembling, and secretive — caught in grainy black-and-white.

Ethan watched her kneel at the window, her silhouette sharp against the moonlight.

He zoomed in, frame by frame.

Her hand pressed against the glass.

A mark appeared. Circular. Crossed.

Then she placed something — a flower — on the ledge