Chapter 9
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CHAPTER 9
LOCKER 17
At exactly midnight, Amara stood inside the abandoned railway station, listening to the rain tapping against the broken windows. The place smelled of damp concrete and dust, and every sound seemed louder in the empty building.
Her eyes settled on a row of rusted lockers.
There it was.
Locker 17.
She glanced at her phone. No messages. No sign of Ethan.
She had told him she was going alone, and for once, she hoped he had listened.
Amara took the key from her pocket. Her fingers trembled slightly as she inserted it into the lock.
Click.
The door opened.
Inside was a small brown leather briefcase.
She lifted it carefully and placed it on an old wooden bench. The leather was cracked with age, but a silver compass had been engraved into its surface—the same symbol that had appeared on her mother's letter.
Her breathing quickened.
She opened the case.
Inside were several documents, an old cassette tape, and a photograph of her father.
But beneath them was something that made her blood run cold.
A hospital identification card.
SAMUEL LIN — JINHAI INTERNATIONAL HOSPITAL.
Amara stared at it.
Her father had never worked there.
At least, that was what her mother had told her.
Then she heard footsteps behind her.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Someone was coming.
“Amara.”
She froze.
It was Ethan's voice.
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