Nico grabbed the knife from Sofia's hand, his expression dark. "This doesn't make sense," he muttered, turning it over in his fingers.
Axel paced nearby, his frustration barely contained. "Matteo wouldn't just leave this behind. It's his favorite blade. Why?"
"It's not random," I said, keeping my voice steady. "He left it for us to find."
Nico glanced at me sharply. "You're sure?"
"He knew we'd come for him," I said. "This is a breadcrumb. There's something we're missing."
Axel slammed his fist against the wall. "Breadcrumbs don't help if we're already too late."
"Enough," Nico barked. He held up the knife, examining it under the flickering light. There was a faint marking near the handle, something carved into the metal.
"It's a number," Sofia said softly, leaning closer. "Looks like... coordinates?"
Nico's eyes narrowed. "Coordinates don't help if they're a trap."
"We don't have a choice," I said. "It's all we've got."
