[Bennett Mansion]
Inside her room, Kathrine sat on the edge of her bed, staring intently at the note in her hand.
The handwriting was bold and taunting — every letter deliberate, every word meant to provoke.
Looking for the truth? Then you'll have to work harder, babygirl.
Her eyes narrowed, a storm brewing in their depths.
This wasn't some prank. Someone had broken into her locked car just to leave this message — and that alone told her exactly what kind of person she was dealing with.
Her grip on the paper tightened, crumpling the edges slightly. A humorless smile curved her lips.
"Well," she muttered under her breath, "I guess I'm not the only one digging for answers."
But beneath her calm exterior, a flicker of unease stirred. Whoever had left the note wasn't just confident — they were skilled. And from the looks of it, they were playing the game a few moves ahead of her.
