In the dead of night, the hospital corridors were eerily quiet, with only a lone nurse at the front desk fighting a losing battle against sleep.


    Suddenly, the surveince monitors flickered red, signaling a loose connection.


    A man in ab coat, his face obscured by a mask, darted past the front desk towards Mrs. Jones''s room with the urgency of a shadow.


    He nced around cautiously, ensuring no one was in sight, before silently slipping into the room.


    The figure in the bed was curled up on their side, seemingly in a deep slumber.


    The man crept closer, drawing a dagger from his sleeve. He raised his arm high, ready to plunge the de into the unsuspecting victim!


    But in a heartbeat, his vision went dark-


    The person in bed had suddenly sprung up, throwing the nket over his head!


    Panicked, the man iled with the knife, slicing and stabbing at the fabric. When he finally tore the nket away, he was met with the cold steel of a gun barrel aimed right at his forehead.


    "Don''t move, unless you fancy a bullet in your brain," came a voice from the darkness.


    Elvis''s eyes, sharp and piercing in the gloom, twinkled with a mischievous smirk that was as chilling as it was captivating.


    The door burst open-


    Jason and Gordon led a team into the room, quickly surrounding the intruder.


    "Mr. Avery, are you alright?" Jason asked, concerncing his voice.


    "Ha, I didn''t even have to lift a finger. A nket was all it took to handle this amateur," Elvis quipped, effortlessly taking the dagger from the man''s grasp. "Buddy, you really think you can y hitman with those skills? Better luck next life."


    The words sent a shiver down the man''s spine.


    Pale as a ghost, his legs gave way, and he dropped to his knees before Mr. Avery.


    "Talk."


    Elvis red down at him, pressing the gun slightly against his head. "Your boss- who is he? Spill, and at worst you''re looking at attempted murder, maybe twenty years tops. Keep quiet, and I can''t promise you''ll walk out of here in one piece." "I... I''ve only ever talked to him over the phone, never met him in person!" the man stammered, drenched in sweat. "But I have his number! We''ve texted, and just two days ago, he wired a million to my ount, promising another million if I pulled it off! We even spoke on the phone half an hour ago!"


    Furious, Gordon stepped forward, retrieving a phone from the man and handing it to Elvis.


    "Take him to the station. I''ll crack this phone."


    Jason nodded solemnly. "We appreciate this, Mr. Avery."


    As the man was silently escorted away, the room returned to its previous stillness, as if the tumultuous events had never urred.


    Having helped Evadne, Elvis couldn''t shake the heavy feeling in his chest, as if a great weight was pressing down on him, hinting at looming troubles.


    Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket, mirroring the tremors in his heart.


    Lowering his gaze, Elvis opened the message, and his eyes narrowed a sharp pain pierced his heart as Elsie''s brief words, both cryptic and foreboding, blurred before his eyes, almost causing him to drop the phone.