Micah's agitation had been steadily building, rising to suffocate him. The absence of Ilyas weighed heavily on his mind. A few hours ago, they had been eating together, chatting happily and now… suddenly there was no sign of him anywhere.
The room remained empty. The corridors offered no answers. The silence surrounding his disappearance made it harder to dismiss as a coincidence.
Before Leo hung up, he had suggested using live streaming. Or at least gather enough evidence to stop those hiding in the shadows from burying the truth, like they had in their past lives.
Micah was lost in thought.
If Leo's suspicions were correct, if there truly were individuals operating behind the scenes to shield the stalker through the organisation he belonged to, likely Nabil Lobart's, then this approach held merit. Public exposure would create pressure. It would limit their ability to manipulate the situation quietly. It would force accountability, or at the very least, hesitation.
