The Sullivan mansion blazed with lights.
Ethan Sullivan stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette as straight and unyielding as a pine tree.
The surveillance footage in his hands froze on a black-clad figure wearing a silver mask.
"Still no trace?"
His voice was ice-cold.
Ian Watson stood nearby, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"The nursing home insists... the elderly Madam Sullivan walked out on her own."
Ethan turned, his gaze sharp as a blade.
"Were all those caretakers just for show?"
Ian didn’t dare meet his eyes.
"We’ve already deployed additional search teams."
Just then, a phone rang.
After answering, Ian’s tense expression eased slightly.
"Mr. Sullivan, we’ve found her."
Ethan’s brow furrowed.
"Where?"
"In... her own bed."
The answer stunned everyone.
The nursing home director rushed in, his face pale.
"Someone brought her back."
He handed over a tablet.
The surveillance footage showed a black-clad figure carrying the sleeping elderly woman, effortlessly avoiding every camera.
Only a blurred silhouette remained.
Ethan stared at that shadow, his eyes dark and unreadable.
"Investigate."
A single word made the director tremble.
"We’ve tried. Whoever it was left no traces—they were extremely careful."
Ethan’s fingers tapped lightly against the desk.
"Relocate her."
His order was absolute.
"Double the security. I want no mistakes."
The director nodded frantically.
"Yes, Mr. Sullivan."
Ethan’s gaze returned to the footage.
There was something unsettlingly familiar about the mysterious figure’s build.
"Keep searching for that person."
His tone brooked no argument.
"I want to know who they are."
The director bowed and retreated.
Ian asked quietly, "Should we involve the police?"
Ethan shook his head.
"The fewer who know about this, the better."
He walked to the window, where the night stretched endlessly.
Who was this mysterious figure?
Why help his grandmother?
And why evade surveillance?
Too many questions swirled in his mind.
Ethan clenched his fists.
He would uncover the truth.
Under the cover of darkness, the Sullivan family’s security team mobilized.
The nursing home went into full lockdown.
But the black-clad figure had vanished without a trace.
All that remained was an enigma.
And a deeply contemplative Ethan Sullivan.