"I don't know," Harry replied, not looking up from his computer. "Alice, I'm close to something. I think I've found a pattern in the kidnappings. If I can just—""Harry, stop," Alice interrupted, crossing the room to kneel beside his chair. "Look at me."Harry finally turned, and Alice could see the guilt and pain written across his face."You need to rest," Alice said gently. "You're destroying yourself.""I don't deserve rest," Harry replied bitterly. "Not while Lily is out there somewhere, probably suffering, probably thinking I abandoned her. I failed to protect her, Alice. I was her big brother and I failed.""You were ten years old," Alice said firmly, taking his hands. "Harry, you were a child. What happened to Lily wasn't your fault.""I looked away," Harry's voice broke. "For two minutes, I looked away, and she was gone. If I'd just been paying attention—""Then you would have been traumatized watching armed men kidnap your sister," Alice interrupted. "Or worse, you would hav

"In business circles, Marcus Thornfield is known as 'The Vulture,'" Michael explained. "He targets successful mid-sized companies, destroys them through market manipulation and corporate espionage, then buys them for pennies and strips them for parts. He's ruined dozens of businesses and thousands of lives.""How does he get away with it?" Harry asked."Because he's careful," Michael replied. "Everything he does is technically legal. He exploits loopholes, uses shell companies, hires the best lawyers. By the time anyone realizes what's happening, it's too late.""Then we'll have to be smarter than his previous targets," Harry said with determination. "Michael, I'm not letting some corporate raider destroy what my father built. We'll fight back.""I hope you're right," Michael said, though he looked doubtful. "Harry, I've seen what Thornfield does to people who oppose him. It's not pretty."That evening, Marcus Thornfield sat in his penthouse office, a satisfied smile on his face as he

Alfred looked at Harry's face—at the absolute certainty in his expression—and his skepticism faltered. "You really believe this was more than a dream.""I know it was," Harry replied. "Alfred, in my first life, I never had prophetic dreams or visions. But after I was reborn, I gained abilities I didn't have before—the danger sense, the enhanced healing, the strength. What if I have other abilities I haven't discovered yet? What if the connection to Lily—our shared bloodline—is allowing me to sense her somehow?""That's a significant leap in logic," Alfred cautioned."Is it?" Harry challenged. "Alfred, you've seen what I can do. You know I'm not normal. Why is it so hard to believe I might be able to sense someone I'm genetically connected to?"Alfred was quiet for a long moment. "What do you want to do?""I want to test something," Harry said, standing up. "If my healing powers can affect others, if I can sense danger before it happens, maybe I can sense life forces too. Especially so

The following night, Harry, Alice, and Alfred returned to the warehouse complex with supplies Alfred had gathered throughout the day. They parked several blocks away and approached on foot, staying in the shadows."Everyone remember the plan?" Harry asked quietly."Create a distraction, slip through the fence, get in and out as quietly as possible," Alice recited, checking the taser Alfred had given her."And if things go wrong?" Alfred prompted."We run," Harry replied. "No heroics. If we get caught, we can't help Lily."Alfred handed night vision goggles to Alice and kept a pair for himself. Harry didn't need them—his enhanced vision let him see clearly even in near darkness.They waited until midnight when, according to their observations, guard rotations changed and patrols were briefly minimal. Harry closed his eyes and focused his senses, mapping the positions of the guards through sound and movement."Six guards," Harry whispered. "Two at the main gate, two patrolling the north

Harry stared at his sister's unconscious form, and something inside him snapped. His hands began to glow with a faint light—the healing energy he could channel—but this time it was different. The light flickered with darker undertones, pulsing with barely controlled rage."Harry," Alfred said cautiously, noticing the phenomenon. "Harry, you need to calm down—""Calm down?" Harry's voice was dangerously quiet. "They've been torturing my sister for eighteen years. They've been experimenting on her like she's an animal. And you want me to calm down?""I know," Alice said gently, placing her hand on Harry's arm. The contact seemed to ground him slightly. "But we need to find her and get her out. We can't help her if we get caught. Focus on that. Focus on saving her."Harry took a shuddering breath, forcing the rage down. The glow around his hands faded. "You're right. Let's move."They continued deeper into the facility, passing rooms that made Harry's blood boil. Through one window, they