The inspection records changed everything.
For nearly an hour, nobody left the security office.
The notebooks remained spread across the desk.
Every page told the same story.
The terminal had never been abandoned.
The founder's family had stayed.
Year after year.
Generation after generation.
Watching.
Maintaining.
Protecting.
The question was no longer who owned the terminal.
The question was what they were protecting.
Julian closed the final inspection notebook and rubbed his eyes.
"There has to be something else."
Mateo nodded.
"Nobody spends thirty years guarding empty buildings."
Alexander stood beside one of the filing cabinets.
"We're looking at the wrong records."
Elena looked up.
"What do you mean?"
"The inspection reports tell us who stayed."
He tapped the cabinet.
"They don't tell us why."
The room fell silent.
Because he was right.
The answer they needed wasn't in maintenance logs.
It was somewhere deeper.
Somewhere hidden.
