She sat up, grabbed her laptop, and typed three words into the search bar:
Twenty-two results in, she found it.
Jenna scrolled. Thumbnails of bodies in motion, frozen in pixelated gasp. She wasn’t looking for the act; she was looking for the ink. For him . tattoo search iafd
The scene was called After the Flood . She didn’t watch it. Instead, she searched Damon Vex. Normal web search, not IAFD. Nothing. No social media, no website, no interviews. Just a ghost in the database. She sat up, grabbed her laptop, and typed
She didn’t recognize the name. But the face—angled jaw, dark eyes, a small scar above his left eyebrow—made her breath catch. She sat up