Nadia stared at the notebook. Then at the split-screen, which now showed only Young Nadia — frozen mid-sentence, pen hovering over a page that read: "They are watching. But who is recording the watchers?"

"How is this possible?" she whispered.

Nadia fumbled with the silver locket — a family heirloom she’d worn for eighteen years without ever prying open. Inside wasn’t a photo. It was a micro-SD card, smaller than a fingernail.

Episode 4 wasn't over. It had just asked her the question.