The moment news of Seraphina's disappearance broke, reporters swarmed the scene like sharks smelling blood.
One journalist shoved a microphone toward Lucian, holding up a video of Seraphina running frantically through the mall with her dress unzipped. "Mr. Langford, is this Mrs. Langford?"
"Can you explain why she was running through a public space half-undressed?"
Lucian's expression was glacial. "No comment."
Meanwhile, back at Langford Manor, Evie was completely oblivious to the chaos.
Feeling slightly better after taking her medication, she leaned against the headboard, scrolling aimlessly on her phone.
A notification popped up from NightFall, a contact she had met on a dark web forum.
NightFall: "Target secured. You call the shots from here."
The message was followed by a blurry, low-lit photo.
It showed a woman bound and gagged in the backseat of a car, her face completely obscured by disheveled hair.
But as Evie zoomed in, she instantly recognized the bracelet on the woman's wrist. It was the heirloom Grandma Eleanor had gifted Seraphina.
Evie stared at the screen, a smirk tugging at her lips.
This NightFall guy really went all out. The money she spent was definitely worth it.
"I didn't expect this dark web service to be so realistic. Even the props look completely authentic."
A few days ago, when Melody came to visit, she had been playing a hitman simulation game.
Seeing Evie's interest, Melody introduced her to it.
The premise was delightfully simple and wildly entertaining.
You just sent a photo of someone you hated to a dark web contact named NightFall, and he would use AI to generate videos of that person.
The 'client' gave the orders, and the 'operative' would execute whatever torturous demands were requested on the AI-generated target. Naturally, it was all strictly virtual.
Finding it hilarious, Evie asked Melody for the link to play it herself.
She clicked the link, added the contact, and wired the money.
NightFall had eagerly accepted her twisted requests, sending back highly realistic videos meant to let off some steam.


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