Rowan's POV

The heavy, suffocating silence that filled Nolan’s apartment was broken only by the sound of Bret’s camera shutter, clicking as he snapped photos of every inch of the room. Dust particles swirled in the faint beams of moonlight streaming through the cracks in the windows, casting eerie shadows across the floor. The place was a tomb, untouched by life for what seemed like years, yet something about it felt alive, like the house itself was watching us.

We had combed through every room, both upstairs and downstairs, but there was nothing—nothing except a series of old photos hanging crookedly on the wall. One of them caught my eye:...