Rachel knows clearly: if she keeps quiet — she and her loved ones will be safe.

But if she exposes — everything could explode. One night, she receives an email: “Want your family to live? Shut up.”

No words could express it more clearly.

The computer screen is dark, the desk lamp is turned down, Rachel sits trembling, her hand typing in the date code — the day of the incident.

A fantasy scene: Rachel opens the email, sees the text: “November 23, 2025 — You know what I did. You think you’re safe — but I saw it.” For a moment, her eyes darken, her heart freezes. She looks around the small apartment, imagines a shadow passing by the window, imagines footsteps downstairs. She jumps up, her eyes panicked.

Sophia appears behind her, slowly, without saying anything. She hands Rachel a brown envelope — inside is another USB. “If you want to protect your family — we have no choice,” she said. “Silence is death.” Rachel shook as she held the USB, her hands sweating. She knew: every time she opened the file, every time she approached the truth — she was putting her life on the line.

She looked back at her old photo — radiant, innocent — then looked in the mirror: dark circles, drooping eyelids. Salem was no longer the paradise she remembered. It was a trap. And Rachel — weak as she was — decided to fight. That night, she turned on the video camera, recorded her own testimony: names of people involved, the truth, the facts. She trembled, but she said: “I will not be silent anymore.”