The drive to the abandoned church was quiet, with only the low hum of the engine filling the silence between them. Cain sat in the passenger seat staring out through the window, his fingers tapping his knee in an uneven rhythm that betrayed how restless he felt. The bruises on his face had darkened even more now, making him look worse than before, but he barely reacted to the pain. His attention was fixed somewhere far away, most likely on the notebook they had recovered.
Mattew noticed everything, but he did not press him. Not yet. The tension in the car was already thick enough, and forcing answers would not change anything at that moment.
Instead, Mattew kept his focus on the road. His hands stayed firm on the steering wheel as he guided the car through narrow, dimly lit streets that
