The stale air of the abandoned wing clung to Ethan like a shroud. He’d spent the last few days darting between crumbling classrooms and dusty corridors, desperately piecing together the fragmented clues left behind like breadcrumbs in a macabre Hansel and Gretel tale. Grimshaw’s evasiveness, Ainsworth's cryptic warnings, the seance gone sideways – all of it pointed towards a conspiracy far deeper than he could have imagined when he’d stumbled through that wrong turn.