Luna woke up the next morning feeling anxious, the thought of what she's going to do and how to start was weighing on her mind but she will do it regardless, she has come so far , so there's no need going back now.
She went about her daily duties as usual, going to her room to rest at time intervals.
She tried not to make her anxiety obvious and tried her best to behave normal.
She haven't seen Lucien since their encounter in the kitchen, it's like he's avoiding been seen by her, he should also maintain that same energy tonight, Luna thought.
The Roth mansion was unnervingly silent.
Luna had lived in many places, but this house, with its sweeping halls and elegant coldness, felt like a tomb. A cage for secrets. She had walked those halls every morning in her carefully ironed uniform, her gaze lowered, her movements precise , just another maid in a house too wealthy to care.
But she was anything but forgettable. And today, she would no longer be patient.
Tonight, the real game would begin.
It started with a creak behind the library door. That was the one room Lucien never let anyone clean. He claimed he liked organizing it himself. But Luna wasn't just a maid. She had studied his patterns for weeks, the way he always locked the door twice before dinner and stayed there for an hour after midnight. Something was there.
She waited until the house went quiet. Midnight was her ally. With the master wing light dimmed and the staff sleeping in their quarters, she moved like a shadow. Black hoodie. Gloves. Hair pinned beneath a scarf. Her steps were practiced (more like a tiptoe)
She reached the door and pulled a pin from her sleeve. Within thirty seconds, the lock clicked open. She slipped inside.
The room smelled like aged books and leather. A fireplace crackled low, giving off just enough warmth to soften the air. The walls were lined with shelves, but Luna didn't waste time skimming titles. Her eyes went straight to the desk.
She opened drawers gently. First, just pens, old notebooks, and spare cufflinks. Nothing unusual.
Then she tried the bottom drawer. Locked.
She slid her tools from her pocket and clicked the tiny latch open. Inside: a black folder, thick with documents.
She pulled it out and set it on the desk. The label on the front read: " construction House Operations - November 20XX."
Her heart pounded.
It took her five minutes to scan through the contents. Bank transfers. Unregistered shipments. Private security logs. Her brother's name didn't appear directly ,but the construction site address was there. The one where his body was found.
Her hands trembled.
She photographed everything, She knew it wasn't enough.
The Roth family didn't leave trails unless they wanted to. This , this was something. But not enough to tie the Roth's family directly. Not enough for the kind of revenge she dreamed of.
So she searched for more.
Behind the desk was a bookshelf with a strange gap near the bottom. A slight hollow sound when tapped.
Luna crouched down and pried at the panel. It gave way with a soft pop.
Behind it is a safe.
She cursed. It was electronic. And complex.
But she had time. And a memory for patterns.
She returned the next night.
This time, she brought her small decoder, a thermal reader she "borrowed" months ago. The keypad retained heat from the last inputs. She had watched Lucien type in the code twice, observing the angle of his wrist.
Tonight, it worked. The safe opened.
Inside was a flash drive, two passports, and a stack of surveillance photos.
One was of her brother, alive, Speaking to someone in an alley.
She stared at it, frozen.
Another showed a black SUV. Time-stamped. The same night.
She took the drive and photographed everything.
Back in her room, Luna plugged the drive into a burner laptop. Files opened in folders labeled: "Surveillance", "Internal Affairs", and one called "Cinders."
Inside "Cinders" were videos.
One was grainy, timestamped three days before her brother died. He was arguing with a man in a Roth security jacket. No audio. Just furious gestures.
Another showed a fight. Her brother being dragged.
Tears welled in her eyes ,but she blinked them away.
This wasn't for mourning. This was war
Luna backed everything up.
The evidence was still circumstantial. But now she had something. A pattern. People. Vehicles. Motives.
She began building her web. Printing photos. Drawing lines. Matching dates. Creating timelines.
If Lucien didn't know what his family had done, he would soon.
And if he did… then Luna would destroy him too.
She closed her laptop, the screen flickering with the image of her brother's face.
Luna thought about it, if her brother has been meeting with the Roths all these while, then that means his first day of work wasn't actually his first day, how deeply was he involved with the Roths and what could have made them kill him off in that manner.
The storm had begun.
And this time, it had a name.
Luna.