The elevator numbers climbed one by one, like a countdown. I stood at the end of the corridor on the thirty-seventh floor of Carter Corporation, a thin frame wrapped in a white lab coat, arms cradling a stack of student files. The receptionist smiled politely: "Dr. William is expecting you." I knew what he was waiting for. When the door opened, sunlight sliced diagonally into the office, illuminating dust floating in the air. William Carter stood with his back to the window, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, silver hair perfectly combed. He turned, his gaze landing on my face—and then he froze. "You…" He paused. "You were a child from St. Mary's Orphanage?" I smiled, gently flipping open the file folder. "Now it's my turn to ask you questions, Dr. William." —And just three minutes earlier, inside a black SUV downstairs, Kane stared at his phone screen, pupils contracting sharply. [She’s inside. Identity disguised as an intern. Access source unknown.] He crushed his cigarette and dialed an internal line, voice colder than ice: "Pull every record of hers from the past seven years—especially anything linked to that project. And alert security: the moment she approaches Lab B, seal off the elevators." But he was already too late. I removed my glasses, revealing the eyes he could never forget. "You said, 'I’m not that man,'" I whispered to the empty air, as if he knew who I meant. "But whose name do you scream in your nightmares—'Alison'… or 'Subject Seven'?" The glass reflected William’s rigid silhouette. He didn’t move. Didn’t turn. Only the wind howled outside, sweeping away the last trace of pretense. Among us—who is the hunter? And who is the beast trapped in the cage, waiting to be awakened by memory? Top OB-GYN Noah Smith rushes to operate on his wife after a sudden ovarian rupture—only to discover she has been having an affair with her best friend's husband. Heartbroken, he plans to expose the truth at her best friend's wedding.