As Emily’s head struck the wooden armrest with a dull, sickening sound, the impact drew the attention of Jenna Myers, who had been busy examining Louis’s purse just a few feet away. She froze, her fingers still inside the bag, as she turned her eyes toward the scene unfolding before her. Her gaze remained fixed on Emily’s motionless body for a long moment, her expression one of shock and uncertainty, which slowly gave way to rising fear. Then she looked up at Mr. Howard.He was standing motionless, his eyes locked on Emily’s crumpled body on the floor, his chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of restrained rage. When Jenna met his eyes, she was stunned to see a smirk beginning to appear on his face, as if the horrifying event that had just occurred meant absolutely nothing to him.“What are you doing?” Jenna’s voice trembled, her words filled with confusion and disbelief as she struggled to comprehend the situation. “You even wanted to kill your own wife? Aren’t you human a

Jenna Myers gently stood up on her feet, though she was shaking badly and clearly in pain. A thin stream of blood was oozing slowly from her hairline, running down the side of her face. She winced as she put weight on her legs, and her hand went up to her head, pressing lightly where the wound was. Her eyes scanned the room, wide and terrified. Everything around her was in complete disarray. Broken glass, shattered furniture, and blood filled the calm and cozy living room. In the middle of the wrecked space stood Mr. Howard. He was completely still, like a statue carved from stone. His chest rose and fell with shallow, uneven breaths. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides, the muscles in his arms shaking slightly with tension. His dress shirt was soaked with sweat, and the front was marked with faint but visible splatters of blood. Lying near the coffee table was the body of his wife, Emily. Her arms were twisted awkwardly beneath her, and her legs were stretched out at an un

“Dead?” Harper asked, her voice rising with disbelief. She leaned slightly forward, trying to process what she had just heard. “What do you mean by she’s dead? Have you checked her pulse, Jenna?” “I… I just did,” Jenna replied, her voice low and weak. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, then opened again. “But I… I’ve started feeling dizzy. I don’t think I can save all of them. I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. I’m losing myself.” “Stay strong, Jenna,” Harper said immediately, her voice steady and filled with encouragement. “Please, stay on the line and don’t hang up. Emergency services should have arrived by now, but I don’t know what’s holding them up. Just stay with me while I try to reach them again. Breathe slowly. You’ve been so strong already. You can do this, Jenna.” “Okay… okay,” Jenna whispered, nodding as if Harper were right there beside her. Her breathing slowed, but her body was still trembling. Harper quickly pushed th

Back at Mr. Khan’s base, Lily and Liam sat closely beside each other, both lost in thoughts that words could barely describe. Lily placed her hand gently on Liam’s shoulder, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to keep herself composed. “Ever since our parents died, I haven't been truly happy without feeling the weight of sadness,” Lily said, her voice barely rising above a whisper. “Not a single day goes by without me remembering what happened. I keep thinking about how Mom was crying for help when the building collapsed. The sound of her voice still echoes in my ears like it happened yesterday. Even with everything crumbling around her, she still managed to throw me out of the building. She saved me, and because of that, I survived… but she didn’t.” Her voice cracked at the last word, and tears began to roll slowly down her cheeks. She didn’t try to stop them. She let them fall freely, each tear a reminder of a pain that time had not managed to erase.“She was such a good

Lucas shook his head slowly, firmly, in disagreement. His arms tightened around the old man as if he could somehow hold him back from dying.“There will surely be a cure for this too,” he whispered, his voice barely rising above a breath.. “There’s nothing on Earth that doesn’t have a cure… nothing except death.”“And that’s exactly what I’m experiencing right now,” the old man replied with a faint chuckle, his voice hoarse but filled with the calmness of acceptance. “Lucas… I’m about to die. And this time, it has no cure. You must learn to accept the truth, my boy. It’s painful, I know. But let your heart shift to what matters most now. Don’t let this break you.”Lucas shook his head again, more slowly this time, refusing to accept what the old man said. . He gently placed his hand on the old man’s forehead, his touch filled with warmth and tenderness.“You’re only experiencing a strange illness,” Lucas said quietly. “It’s not even certain that it’s old age. But even if it is… I’ll