That plan was reckless beyond measure. If she risked it, her identity would be stripped bare. The Divine Institute still hunted her. If she exposed herself, they would notice at once. In the end, she would lose her aunt. She would lose herself too. That path was useless. The second choice was to dig deeper. She had three days left to uncover the truth. She had to bring her aunt out alive. The best chance was to stay hidden until the very end, then vanish into the night with her. If everything failed, she could reveal herself at the last second. But she would only do so if she could escape with her aunt. No matter what, she had to remain calm. Theresa raised her device and snapped a picture of the email. At that instant, the sharp rhythm of boots struck outside the door. She reacted fast. The email closed. The mouse slid back to its exact place. She matched the cursor to the same spot she had memorized before dimming the screen. Her gaze shot to the door. She pressed her body against the wall and slipped behind it. The door pushed open. Kobe entered. As he stepped across the threshold, Theresa moved like a streak of light, sliding out in silence. Kobe stiffened. He felt a faint stir behind him.His head turned, eyes narrowing. The hallway was empty, save for a guard walking with casual steps. There was no one suspicious out there. His gaze swept over Theresa's back and slid away. He saw nothing. Still, he was too strict to leave doubt unchecked. He scanned the corridor, then turned and went back into his office. His sharp stare traveled over every corner. Everything remained where it had been. Even the mouse sat in its place. He lit the screen. The cursor rested in its usual spot. His breath eased, and his shoulders loosened. There was no sign of intrusion. Theresa left Workshop 2. She had stayed as long as she dared, searching for hidden passages and locked rooms. She finally slipped out when her disguise began to crumble. At the gate, the power broke apart. A voice called behind her. "Han… sis?" Theresa turned. Her body went still. It was Brandon, Lilian, and the others. They were the same people she had once led through the zombie tide of Stratford. Steven, however, was nowhere to be seen. He was the guy who piloted the helicopter. She had never expected to see them here. Lilian's face lit up with shock and joy. She ran forward and stopped in front of Theresa, her voice bursting with excitement. "It's really you!" Theresa had saved her and her husband when death was close. Lilian had never forgotten that moment. "You're here too?" Theresa asked in a low, steady tone. "Yes!" Lilian nodded hard. "My husband's working in Workshop 3. The rest of us were sent here." Theresa's eyes sharpened. "Do you know if there are holding cells or interrogation rooms in this place?" "No." They shook their heads together. Theresa's voice cut quick. "Then watch for me. Find out which areas are restricted in Workshop 2." "That's no problem. We'll dig for answers." Brandon spoke without a pause. Theresa's chest eased. Saving them had not been wasted effort. But the moment ended as more guards drew near. Her Unseen was gone. Their eyes caught her at once. "I have to go," she whispered. "I'll come back tomorrow. What line are you working?" "Seventeenth line. We're on parachute packs!" Theresa's lips pressed thin. She gave a short nod, then turned away. Her badge cleared her exit. At the checkpoint she spoke evenly. "There's a fire safety fault. I'll return tomorrow with supplies to replace it." The guards nodded. They saw nothing strange and waved her through. She entered her section of the barracks. Her face carried the same mask of boredom as the other careless guards. Then a voice broke across her path. "Wait." It was Drew. It was Drew. "You're talking to me?" Theresa stopped, her eyes narrowing as they locked on his. Minutes later, they stood in a quiet corner. Drew's stare was cold, his face set with tension. The history between them was bitter and raw. Their first meeting had been in the drowned park, when she had cut off his finger without hesitation. His hand still bore that scar. Later, he had mocked her new follower. She had slapped him so hard he flew. Their feud was deep. But once, she had also saved his life.