The digital clock on the taxi's dashboard showed 23:47. Leonard Haynes-or better known as Leo-stares blankly at the Opera House that stands majestically in the distance. The golden light reflecting off the iconic structure seemed to mock the darkness enveloping his heart. Ten years have passed, but the shadow of the past still haunts him like an unhealed wound.A light rain began to fall in Sydney, creating water droplets that glistened on the windshield. Leo let out a long breath, observing how the droplets raced down, creating abstract patterns that reminded him of blood trails on the floor - no, he couldn't go back to that memory. Not tonight.Through the rearview mirror, he scanned his own face. At 42 years old, the hard lines on his face told an unspoken story. His black hair graying at the temples and ever-vigilant brown eyes were silent witnesses to the life he once led as a detective. A life he left behind-or rather, who left him-after the tragedy.“Unit 247, pickup request at

“I remember,” Leo's voice trembled, his eyes staring blankly ahead. “Aurora said that there would be a great betrayal. Someone I trusted would try to kill me, just as the truth came out.”Catherine tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her face paled. Outside, the rain was falling harder and harder, lightning flashing in the distance like a bad omen.“Marcus,” Catherine spoke into the still connected phone, ”stay put. We'll be there in thirty minutes.”“Wait,” Marcus interrupted, his voice sounding strange. “There's something you should know. I found something in Aurora's apartment-a photograph. A photo of the Newcastle serial killer investigation team ten years ago.”Leo felt his heart skip a beat. “So?”“Sarah is in the photo, Leo. She's standing at the back, half-hidden. But what worries me is the writing on the back-'I'm sorry, I should have told you earlier.'”A tense silence filled the car. Leo tried to digest this information, his brain working hard to connect the dots. Sar

Leo gripped the steering wheel of their stolen car, his eyes aching from lack of sleep. Beside him, Marcus tended to the wound on his shoulder - the result of the fight with the figure disguised as Sarah last night. Aurora was asleep in the backseat, exhausted after using her powers to save them.“Shapeshifter,” Marcus muttered, injecting something into her arm. “Thompson's got a new toy apparently.”“Where's the real Sarah?” Leo asked for the umpteenth time. His head was still throbbing remembering how 'Sarah' had almost strangled him to death, before Aurora had blown out the van's glass and forced the intruder to jump out.“If their pattern is still the same as before...” Marcus grimaced with pain, “Facility B-7. The seventh basement under the Oracle Corp building.”“You know too much for a 'former' agent.”Marcus smiled faintly. “And you know too little for the son of Richard Hayes.”That name again. Leo tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “Tell me about my father.”“Not now,