That night, the sound of crickets echoed faintly beyond the window.

Evalina stared at the photo Claire had just handed her—a little girl, around seven years old, standing inside a cold, sterile-looking laboratory. Her eyes didn’t look at the camera, but instead to the left side of the frame. As if she were watching something… or someone.

On the back of the photo, a single handwritten line read:

> E.R-03: Eloise Renaud. Status: Not Found.

“Eloise…” Evalina murmured, gazing at the girl with a strange, tightening feeling in her chest.

“She… looks like me. Even her eyes.”

Hunter sat beside her, eyes fixed on the image. “Do you think… she’s...