Midnight.

Gerlando stood alone in the estate's old library when he found, behind a loose wooden panel, a folder missing for nearly twenty years. He opened it.

Faded photographs. Names. Dates of death. And finally, a picture of a three-year-old girl. On the back, her original family name. His face turned hard instantly.

Behind him, the door opened. Your voice, saying his name. He closed the folder and slowly slid it into the drawer. When he turned to you, his face was already expressionless again.

Because some truths had survived nineteen years. And Gerlando had no intention of bringing them to light tonight. He stayed at the drawer.