Victor arrived at an abandoned warehouse with his hands clasped behind his back. The place was quiet, with only the faint sound of movement coming from inside. Without hesitation, he stepped through the entrance and walked further into the building. Inside, a man sat on a wooden chair, his hands and legs tightly bound to it. A piece of cloth had been shoved into his mouth, preventing him from making a sound. Victor stopped and stared at him for a moment. The sight brought back memories of how everything had started. He remembered the night he had killed Leon Ashford, the moment he had slit the man’s throat and watched him fall. Yet, despite what he had done, Leon had somehow survived. Even now, Victor found it difficult to believe. He had been certain that Leon was dead, and the thought that he had somehow returned from the brink of death continued to trouble him. It was a mystery he had yet to find an answer to, and one he wasn’t willing to forget. Two thugs stood beside the capt

Celia continued staring at her dead baby, her heart growing heavier with every passing second. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Only moments ago, she had rushed to the warehouse hoping to find her child, but instead, she had been greeted by a sight that shattered her entire world. Her lips trembled as she struggled to breathe, her eyes fixed on the tiny, bloodied body lying before her. “Oh, good. You’re here.” The voice made Celia slowly lift her head. Maris was walking toward her, wearing a satisfied smile as though she had just accomplished something worth celebrating. She glanced at the dead baby on the ground before turning her attention back to Celia. “It seems you’ve seen my welcome gift. So, how do you like it?” she asked mockingly. Celia stared at her, her entire body trembling. She wanted to speak, to demand an explanation, but the words struggled to leave her throat. “You…” Her voice cracked. “Tell me this isn’t my baby.” Maris gasped dramatically, pl