The old man stepped closer with deliberately heavy steps, as if wanting every thud of his shoes to weigh down on Ethan's psyche. In his hand, a long-lens DSLR camera hung like a weapon of mass destruction. He glared at Ethan with a smirk, revealing a row of slightly yellowed teeth. "Your shocked face is quite sweet, Ethan. Did you not expect your uncle to still be agile enough to catch a rat like you red-handed?" the man said with a thick, mocking tone. Clara immediately stepped out of the car, her face a mix of confusion and wariness. "Uncle Silas? What are you doing here? And why are you carrying a camera like you're spying on us?" Uncle Silas, a distant relative of the Thorne clan known as their domestic 'cleaner,' let out a hollow laugh. "Clara, my beautiful but unfortunate niece. I am
