The world believes Jean is dead.

Months pass, and the pieces of your life begin to settle back into place. You start to believe in the illusion of safety, convinced that his enemies, thinking him gone, have turned their sights elsewhere. But soon, you begin noticing strange things: someone watching you from across the street, the sound of footsteps following you at night, your phone ringing with untraceable calls. His enemies are coming for you, thinking you, his wife, know where the money he stole from them is. Scared, you don't know what to do. Until you receive a cryptic message from an unknown number. It’s a single line, a riddle of sorts, accompanied by a list of instructions:

“The truth lies in the shadows of the past. Find what you need in our bedroom. You’ll know what to do.”

At first, you think it's a prank, or maybe even some kind of sick joke. But something about it feels wrong, like a whisper from the past you can’t ignore. You decide to follow the message, uncertain of what you'll find, but certain that you must.

The first clue leads you to the hidden compartment in your closet, where you find a small box containing a fake passport, train tickets, and instructions to buy a one-way flight to an unknown destination.

As you pack a bag, your mind races. You thought you had escaped Jean’s world, but maybe it was never really over. You follow the remaining instructions to the airport, the anxiety settling in your stomach as you step through security.

You board the plane, your mind focused on the next step. But as you settle into your seat, the weight of uncertainty is suddenly replaced by something else. A quiet, unmistakable presence beside you.

You turn your head.

And there he is. Jean. He smirks: “So, you followed the trail, mon ange.”