Theodore's Pov
Sitting at the desk in my room at the Ivywood Hotel, I stare down at the scattered papers and my laptop screen. The documents are a mix of old notes, vague leads, and half-baked theories I have compiled over the years. But as much as I scrutinized them, they do not amount to much. Whoever is behind the video has covered their tracks well, and I am no closer to finding the truth than I was five years ago.
I lean back in the chair, running a hand through my hair in frustration. The hum of the air conditioning is the only sound in the room, but my thoughts are anything but quiet. It is clear I am not going to solve this on my own.
I stare at the screen for a moment longer before closing my laptop with a decisive click. It is time to stop relying solely on my own assumptions.
