As Ethan slowly took out his gun, Raymond’s desperate resolve shattered entirely. The cold, hard reality of his imminent death forced the words out in a panicked rush. “No! Please, Ethan, don’t do this!” Raymond begged, his voice filled with genuine terror. “You’ve won! You’ve completely destroyed

Ethan took a slow step closer, his shoe echoing in the room. “This isn’t some cheap parlor trick, Raymond,” Ethan said, his voice low. “This is a synthetic neurotoxin, a refined extract of the Borealis Bloom. In its natural form, it’s a mild paralyzing agent. I’ve simply enhanced it, multiplied it

Reaching Raymond, he quickly crouched down beside him, tears instantly streaming down his face. "Wh... what happened to you?" he asked, the question hanging in the air as he gently removed the handkerchief covering his son's nose. He then stared at Raymond's injured leg and hand. "Who dares to hurt

Silence fell over the porch. Her parents and James looked instantly vindicated, their previous suspicions confirmed by the victim herself. Ethan looked at her, not with anger, but with a profound, weary disappointment. He simply lowered his gaze, focusing his attention on James. “Be careful of him

"What are you saying, Dad?" She stared directly into her father's face, her voice trembling with emotion. The moment their eyes met, he saw her anger, sadness, and the tears she was trying so hard to hold. Without hesitation, he moved closer and reached for her hand. He lifted it gently to his lip