The room fell into a sudden, suffocating silence.Jack’s breath held in his chest. Lord Leo stood next to him, motionless, his eyes fixed on the man in the doorway like he’d seen a phantom claw its way out of the grave.“Kyle Rick…” Jack whispered again.Kyle’s smile was slow and wide, the kind that carved creases into the corners of his mouth, almost boyish except for the malice that dripped from it.Lord Leo took a slow, cautious step forward, disbelief wrapping around his voice like chains. “But… How can this be? You died. We all saw the reports. Nike Wayne stabbed you in that prison cell,he killed you.”Kyle chuckled slowly, the sound rough and jagged like broken glass scraping against concrete. “Yeah.” He said with a tilt of the head. “That’s what I thought too. That I died. You could say I’m just as surprised as you are.”He stepped deeper into the room, his boots thudding on the concrete.“You could also say… I was reborn.”Emilia groaned loudly from behind Jack, her eyes

The hospital corridor hummed under fluorescent lights, sterile and cold like the fear that wrapped around their chests. The smell of antiseptic bit the air. Emilia’s shoes clicked softly against the polished tile as she walked beside Jack and Lord Leo, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the strap of her handbag. Her eyes darted left and right as they approached the familiar waiting room just beyond the emergency wing.Lord Lucas stood still near a window, his back ramrod straight, one hand braced against the frame as though holding up the entire building. He didn’t turn as the trio entered. Victor sat hunched over on a plastic chair, his elbows on his knees, head bowed low between his arms like the world had dropped onto his shoulders. Lord Williams stood pacing back and forth, his fingers pressed to his lips, muttering silent prayers.Emilia’s voice cracked the silence like glass under pressure.“Is Rex…?” Her voice trembled. “Is he okay?”“Thank God you’re safe…” He whispered