At the very least, Lorenz had been honest with him.
In the letter, he hadn't bothered to hide the truth—he had directly asked Ellis to attend, plainly stating that the entire event existed for one purpose alone: to draw out the serial killer. That blunt honesty made it difficult for Ellis to refuse. After being told so clearly what he was walking into, turning down the invitation felt like letting Lorenz down. And yet, Ellis's unease had little to do with the possibility of the killer reaching him.
His thoughts were still clouded, drifting back to the vision that refused to leave his mind. Fragmented images replayed themselves over and over, incomplete and unsettling, as he tried to piece together how it would unfold this time. What worried him most right now wasn't the killer—but the future he could only see in broken flashes.
