Dylan stood up and returned to his room. As he entered, his smile vanished, and his expression grew more serious. He picked up his phone and called Emir, who sounded annoyed as he answered.
Emir: "What are you doing? It's quite late. Why are you calling me now?"
On the other end of the call, Dylan urgently replied, "Hey, go to the college shooting site and get me the CCTV footage of my dressing room."
Emir: "What's going on? Why do you suddenly need that?"
Dylan: "I'll explain later. Just do as I say."
Emir, in an exhausted tone, said, "I'm so tired. Can I send it to you later?"
Dylan pressed, "Are you going there?"
Emir hesitated, thinking it could wait until tomorrow, but Dylan didn't want any delays.
Dylan: "If you're not going, then send your driver. I'll go there myself."
Emir relented, "Okay, okay. Don't get angry. I'll send someone there, okay?"
Dylan replied, "Okay," indicating his agreement.
Emir bid him goodnight and was about to end the call, but Dylan interrupted, "Wait, tell that person not to watch it, okay?"
Emir, somewhat irritated, responded, "Okay, I will make sure they don't watch. Can I hang up now?"
Dylan replied, "Yeah, sure."
Emir sighed and said, "Goodnight, and don't call me so late again."
Dylan simply replied with a thoughtful "hmm," and they hung up.
Ember had already finished dinner and emerged from the bathroom after changing into her nightdress. She was surprised when she saw Emir lying on her bed.
Ember asked, "What are you doing here on my bed?"
Emir replied with a hesitant smile, "I am just..."