Osborn sat at his desk, staring at the screen. The footage of Orion's kidnapping played in an endless loop, the image of the man in the Noh mask burning itself into his mind. There was something so deliberate about the way the mask had been worn—an effort to conceal, to avoid being recognized. It bothered him. It wasn’t just the fact that someone would wear a mask in such a situation, but that it was so distinctive.
He rubbed his eyes, trying to focus on the details. The minivan. The masked man. The van that had appeared multiple times around Princeton University. But something about it didn’t add up.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Without looking up, he called out, “Come in.”
The door opened, and Ethan, a junior analyst, stepped inside with a stack of files in his hands.
