As the officers documented their findings, Ink calmed, settling beside the crib with a satisfied sigh, his watchful duty fulfilled. The room, once laden with tension and fear, now felt lighter, as if a weight had been lifted from its shadows.

For Son, Han, and their baby, the nights that followed were peaceful, with Ink remaining a vigilant guardian, but now with a relaxed demeanor. The hidden truth had been unearthed, and although the mystery had been solved, it left behind an indelible mark—a reminder that some secrets, no matter how deeply buried, have a way of clawing their way into the present.