Rowan’s POV

The soft creak of floorboards beneath our feet echoed through Nolan’s abandoned apartment as Bret and I scoured every inch of the place for clues. The air was thick with dust and mildew, making the dimly lit rooms feel even more claustrophobic. Outside, the wind rustled through the trees, and the faint hum of distant cars added to the eerie silence of the countryside.

Bret’s camera clicked every few minutes, capturing anything that seemed even remotely relevant, but the further we went, the more it felt like we were chasing shadows. The girl’s muttered word, *Fletcher*, still echoed in my head, like a puzzle that refused to fit...