Soren
He hesitated, then did as I asked, clicking through the footage.
The video played in grainy black-and-white, the camera's angle slightly tilted. Rowan and Adrian sat in their booth, deep in conversation. I watched Rowan laugh, watched the way his shoulders shook slightly, the ease in his body language. He looked… happy.
I clenched my jaw.
Then, the moment of impact.
The first shot shattered the front windows. Chaos broke out in an instant—people diving under tables, Rowan yanking Adrian down just before returning fire.
And then, there they were.
The shooters.
Four men dressed in dark clothing, faces partially obscured by masks. They moved fast, like professionals, weaving through the restaurant, firing with precision.
But it wasn't just them that caught my attention.
It was him.
The one who had looked right at me.
The one who had winked.
I leaned in closer. "Pause."