**Luca’s POV**
The voice in the dark sent ice down my spine. I froze on the floor, and papers from the old box are still scattered around me.
“Turn on the light,” the voice said calmly. “Slowly.”
I reached up and flicked on the bedside lamp. Uncle Karan stood just inside the doorway, arms crossed, face hard. He wasn’t holding a weapon, but he didn’t need one. The message was clear enough.
“You went through your father’s study,” he said. It wasn’t a question. “And now you’re digging through old things you were told to forget.”
I stood up slowly, heart hammering. “I need to know what’s really going on. People are getting hurt. Kids are sick. And now you’re threatening my friends?”
Uncle Karan stepped further into the room and closed the door behind him. “Your friends are stirring up tr
