I spent nearly an hour staring at my phone after X Reveals left.
His words refused to leave my head.
Bring Katsuro.
Not a request. Not a suggestion. A demand. Delivered with the particular confidence of someone who knew exactly how much weight those two words carried.
And somehow that frightened me more than every threat that had come before it.
Because for the first time since this nightmare began X Reveals was not interested in me.
He wanted my grandfather.
Which meant whatever was really happening here had roots far deeper than anything I had managed to uncover. Deeper than Felix. Deeper than Malcolm. Deeper than everything I thought I understood about how this started.
Every answer kept pointing in the same direction.
Japan.
Katsuro.
The life I had spent years building a careful distance from.
