Her words sent shivers down spines, and Ray's hand instinctively reached for the laptop, as though willing her to stop. But Esme's voice only grew colder.
"It's not just about the deaths," she said, her lips curling into a grim line. "It's about how. These aren't accidents. They're not coincidences. Every death is orchestrated. A car crash. A sudden illness. An explosion that leaves nothing behind. And when they die, their beasts remain untouched. It's as if the beasts are the endgame, but I can't tell you why. Not yet."
