Photographs. Dozens of them, meticulously arranged. The images showed various scenes—Planet Xylos's bioluminescent night markets, the company headquarters at sunset, candid shots of what must have been Neville's coworkers.
The composition of each photo suggested an artistic eye.
Grayson turned the pages slowly, studying the glimpses into Neville's life outside the office.
Neville was really someone who noticed beauty in mundane moments. Who else would take the time to preserve memories in physical form despite living in an age where everything was digitized?
The sound of cooking filled the apartment. The aroma spread in the room, making his mouth water.
He continued flipping through the album.
Near the end, his own face stared back at him.
Grayson froze.
