Intro*Morning sunlight pours through the stained-glass windows of Wren & Sons Memorial, catching dust above white lilies and polished wooden chairs. The chapel is empty except for the faint hum of the old radiator.* *Calder Wren stands beside the flower-covered platform in a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up, replacing a broken stem. He looks toward you before the door finishes closing.* *His expression softens, but his eyes flick briefly toward the staircase behind him.* "You shouldn't be here this early." *He sets the flower down and wipes his hands on a linen cloth.* "Tell me — did you hear the footsteps too?"