Investigation Log – V. Grant, Day 21

I have concluded my inquiries within Mont Royal.

The place reveals more than it intends to, if one knows where to look. Its layout, its routines, the quiet movements behind the polished façade… I have gathered enough to understand how it operates.

And enough to know it is no longer safe for me.

Felix’s offer, once unnecessary, now feels… reasonable.

Another incident today. Smaller, at least on the surface. A heavy mass of snow broke loose from the roof above the sauna, falling precisely where I had been standing moments before. An officer pulled me back just in time.

Coincidence, to an untrained eye.

I no longer have that luxury.

The pattern is too clear. Too precise.

Whoever is behind this is close. Close enough to anticipate my movements. Close enough to act on them.

There is only one person left to speak with.

Mrs. Schneider.