Elara stood frozen in the suffocating silence of the hallway, the photo of her and Aarav in happier times a mocking reminder of what she’d lost. She brushed her fingers against the frame, as if touching it could bring back his laughter, his warmth. Her grief was a heavy shroud, but beneath it burned a sharper flame: the need for answers. She turned toward the desk where her laptop glowed faintly, illuminating the room with an unsettling blue hue. Aarav’s flash drive lay beside it, an object so small yet heavy with secrets. Her hand trembled as she picked it