The soft glow of the laptop screen illuminated Tina's determined face as she scrolled through countless web pages. Roy sat beside her, holding a notebook, furiously jotting down notes. The room was silent, save for the rhythmic clicks of the keyboard and the occasional flip of a page from a nearby book.
"Tina Didi, look at this!" Roy exclaimed, pointing to an old, grainy photo of a man on the screen. Tina leaned in closer. The caption read: Victor Esono – Philanthropist or Tyrant?
Her eyes scanned the article, her expression growing darker with every line. "Victor Esono," she murmured, the name tasting bitter on her tongue. "He's more than just a businessman."
Roy frowned, his pencil hovering above the page. "What do you mean? Is he dangerous?"
Tina nodded, her voice low. "He's connected to everything—Dad's disappearance, the jungle, the virus. He's been pulling strings from the shadows all along."
Roy flipped through his notes. "But why target Uncle Joy? What did he want from him?"
Tina's fingers paused on the keyboard as she stared at the screen, the weight of realization sinking in. "Dad was a geneticist, Roy. A brilliant one. If Victor Esono wanted him… it wasn't for anything good."
She clicked on another link, revealing classified documents leaked years ago. Diagrams of genetic experiments, schematics of a hidden lab, and mentions of a disease called Vitalis Syndrome appeared on the screen.
Roy's voice trembled. "Tina Didi, what is all this?"
"It's what Dad was working on," Tina replied, her tone grim. "Or rather, what Victor forced him to work on. He didn't just want a cure—he wanted control."
The two siblings exchanged a glance, the weight of their discovery pressing heavily on them. Finally, Tina leaned back in her chair, exhaling sharply. "We need to know everything about this man. No stone unturned."
Roy nodded, his young face set with determination. "We'll find out the truth, Didi. About Victor, about Uncle,about everything."
Outside, the wind howled through the trees, as if the very world could feel the storm brewing.