Silence settled over the living room once more.
The chaotic storm and the collapse of Zenith Corp had finally passed. Outside, the torrential downpour had ceased. The gloomy sky began to part, revealing a pale light breaking through the clouds. It reflected off the massive glass windows, announcing the dawn of a new day.
On Jay's high-tech computer monitor, a decrypted folder window sat open. It was extracted from the absolute deepest layer of Zen's private cloud server.
It wasn't a ledger for money laundering. It wasn't evidence of corporate bribery. It was the digital gallery of Zen's collection—the twisted collection he had guarded like a priceless treasure.
And sitting prominently inside that folder was a video file named: '14-02-20XX.mp4'
It was the final puzzle piece of the nightmare. The recording of the brutal nightmare that occurred in the storage room twenty years ago.
Ren sat perfectly still on the long leather sofa.
