Chapter 8 - The Hidden Files
With the underworld under his thumb, Damon turned his attention back to the true mystery: Isabella. He spent hours in the basement, where he kept his grandfather's original ledgers—the books that held the keys to the initial founding of the syndicate.
He found it late at night, tucked into the spine of a ledger from 1994. It was a map, hand-drawn in ink, leading to an abandoned textile mill in the industrial sector—the place where Isabella had supposedly died.
He took the Warden and Elara with him. The mill was a crumbling shell of iron and brick, a skeleton of the industrial age.
"She's here," Elara whispered, the moment they stepped inside.
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Damon shone his tactical flashlight around the cavernous space. It was empty, save for a single chair sitting in the center of the floor. On the chair was a music box—the one he had bought Isabella on their first anniversary.
He approached it, his heart pounding. As he opened the lid, a melody filled the air, haunting and sweet. But then, the floor groaned.
