Zayn’s knuckles were white, his grip on the steering wheel so tight the leather groaned in protest. The red light of the system bled into his vision, a sharp contrast to the cold, blue flickering of the video on his phone. Aria, his little sister, was tied to a chair, her eyes wide with a terror that clawed at his very soul.
"System!" he roared, his voice a jagged edge in the silence of the car. "Track that signal. Give me a location. Now!"
Scanning... the digital voice hummed, devoid of the panic currently surging through Zayn’s veins. Signal originated from a burner device within the Carter Estate. Analyzing video metadata... Warning, Host: The video is a pre-recorded loop. Frame rate inconsistencies detected at the four-second mark. Probability of it being a live feed: 0.2 percent.
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