The triangle inside a circle glowed faintly under Leah’s flashlight. Etched into the rock, it felt like a warning like a silent message from someone who had been watching all along. Jason stared at the strange symbol, then at his mother’s silver locket. The initials “M” and “D” stared back at him like a puzzle he couldn’t solve.

“This symbol,” Leah whispered. “It’s ‘The Architect’s’ mark. It confirms everything. He was behind the disappearance of that journalist… and now, he’s involved with David. He doesn’t just kill people, he erases them.”

Jason’s grip on the locket tightened. “He erased my brother. And now he’s erasing the truth about my mother....