Clyde's gaze fixed on the caskets, a sense of dread settling in his gut. Greg's heart pounded in his chest as he continued his explanation, knowing the risk he was taking by lying. In truth, he had opened the caskets earlier.
When he transported them here, he had secretly placed a small box containing a memory card inside one of them.
As Clyde and the others approached the caskets, the air grew heavier with anticipation.
Greg could feel the weight of his deceit bearing down on him, each second stretching out as he awaited their reaction.
The grim contents of the caskets and the hidden memory card inside held secrets that could shift the balance of their world, and Greg hoped his gamble would pay off without exposing his treachery.
Clyde's jaw clenched, his eyes darting between Madam Beckett and Ryder, seeking some form of reassurance or explanation. But no answers came.
