“My dad… had this tattoo.”
Marcus doesn’t react at first.
Just watches her.
Cold.
Controlled.
“Yeah?”
A beat.
“What did he say?”
The girl steps closer.
Closer than anyone else would dare.
Her voice trembles—
but her eyes don’t.
“He told me… what you did to him.”
The tension tightens.
Invisible—
but crushing.
Marcus leans forward slightly.
His voice drops.
“…that’s impossible…”
A pause.
Then—
“I buried him.”
No one moves.
The air feels heavy.
The girl doesn’t flinch.
Doesn’t blink.
She slowly reaches into her pocket.
Bikers tense instantly.
Hands shift.
Eyes sharpen.
She pulls out a photo.
Old.
Worn.
Holds it up.
Camera PUSHES IN—
Marcus sees it.
His face changes—
instantly.
Recognition.
Shock.
Then something worse.
Fear.
“He told me… to ask why you left me there…”
Her voice is quiet now.
Dead calm.
A small pause—
just enough to let it sink in.
“…in the fire.”
The words hit.
Hard.
Final.
Marcus freezes.
Breath gone.
Eyes locked on the photo.
The heartbeat rises—
louder—
closer—
And just as he tries to speak—
