And Liora was going to find it, no matter how many people tried to stop her, no matter how many times she had to kill to survive.
The hunt continued, and the hunter had just proven she wouldn't go down without a fight.
— — — —
Days blurred into an endless cycle of investigation and obsession.
Liora worked with relentless intensity, her focus narrowed to a single point: finding the truth buried in the evidence. She slept only in short, restless bursts when her body forced unconsciousness, her dreams filled with fragments of crime scene photos and security footage playing on an endless loop. She ate only when her hands shook too badly to type, when physical weakness threatened her ability to continue.
The guards brought food and water three times daily with mechanical regularity, keeping their distance from the cage and eyeing her with something that looked distinctly like fear.
Good. Fear meant they wouldn't interfere.
