The Investigator
Clara hesitated, her gaze darting to the floor as Evelyn approached, her tone steady and understanding. "Clara, I can see you’re frightened, but I need you to trust me. Tell me—what’s haunting you? We’ll face it side by side."Evelyn rested her hand firmly against the doorframe, blocking Clara’s exit. "Clara, please don’t go. Whatever it is you’re holding back, I need you to confide in me—it’s too important to ignore."Evelyn opened her bag and retrieved a photograph, carefully placing it on the table in front of Clara. "Take a good look," she said firmly, her voice steady but pressing. "You know something, Clara, and we can’t afford any more delays—tell me what you know."Evelyn took a small step back, allowing Clara a moment to breathe, before pulling out her phone. "Clara, I’m reaching out for some reinforcements," she said in a calm, reassuring tone. "We’ll tackle this as a team, but I need you to stick with me and share everything you can."