The officers approached cautiously, flipping open the notebook with gloved hands. Pages were filled with erratic scrawls, sketches, and symbols. As they read, a disturbing picture began to form. The notebook seemed to detail the life of a recluse who had once lived beneath the house, driven by obsessions and paranoia. The writings hinted at dark rituals, attempts to connect with something otherworldly.

“This ends now,” the taller officer said, closing the notebook with a grim expression.

The group retreated from the chamber, the weight of what they’d discovered pressing down on them. Back in the safety of the house, Han and Son held their child close, relief mixed with lingering fear. Ink, ever vigilant, settled beside them, his presence a comforting sentinel.