Lara's debt

Lara hurries down the dark hallway, her boots clicking softly against the floor. She pushes open the heavy doors of the private library, expecting to see the grand mahogany desk where she left her father's cryptic journal.She freezes in disbelief. The desk is completely gone.A clean, empty square on the carpet shows exactly where it used to stand. There are no signs of heavy scratching or rough moving marks. It is as if the desk—and the journal sitting on top of it—was precisely selected and removed by someone who knew its exact value.Suddenly, a faint, rhythmic electronic clicking sound echoes from the far corner of the darkened room, near the bookshelves.