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Part 045

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### **One Week Later**

The rain pounded against the windows of the safehouse, filling the silence with a rhythmic drumming. Leon sat at the small wooden table, staring at the map in front of him, lines drawn, notes scribbled in haste. The hunt had begun.

They had lost Sera. The bunker had collapsed, wiping out any trace of Victor’s twisted experiments. Every attempt to track her through Marcus’s surveillance feeds had led to **nothing.** It was as if she had vanished into thin air.

But Leon knew better. **She was out there.**

And he was going to find her.

The others were asleep, exhaustion catching up to them after days of dead-end leads. Only Elena remained awake, standing by the window, her arms crossed, lost in thought.

“She won’t be easy to find,” she murmured, not lookin

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