The door creaked open as Liam stepped inside, followed closely by Dickson and the girls. The air of the house was still, stale, carrying that faint scent of dust and memories that hadn't been touched in months.
It was just as he had left it. After the repairs, he hadn't really returned—he didn't want to. This place carried too much of his father's shadow. Every corner, every piece of furniture reminded him of a past he couldn't escape since he watched that video.
The others spread out slowly, their eyes moving across the room.
Ann's face tightened almost instantly. The further they went inside, the more unsettled she looked. She had been here before, but standing inside the house again—inside the space where Liam's father had carried out his work—made her skin crawl. She brushed her arms with her palms, almost as if trying to wipe away invisible chills. Seo Yeon wasn't much better; her eyes darted nervously from wall to wall, lips pressed tight. The air itself felt wrong to her.
