The woman's voice lingered beyond the fractured vault door.
No one breathed.
No one moved.
The only sound was the groaning steel as another crack spread across the reinforced door.
Dust drifted through the crimson emergency lights.
Linh stood frozen.
Her fingers clutched the notebook beneath her coat.
The stranger's words echoed relentlessly in her mind.
"Don't you want to know what your mother called you the day you were born?"
Khang took one step forward.
"Who are you?"
A soft laugh answered him.
"You've grown into your father."
"I asked your name."
"So did she."
Silence.
"Twenty-two years ago."
Mr. Tran's face tightened.
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"It can't be..."
The woman heard him.
"It seems you still remember me, Mr. Tran."
Every guard looked toward him.
