The laughter had barely died down when one of the presidents, a stern-faced man known for commanding respect across continents, raised his hand slightly. His security detail immediately stepped forward, waiting for instruction. “Remove her. Now. She’s becoming a security breach for the Scofields and for every dignitary present.” He commanded with authority. The command carried the weight of an international decree and the guards didn’t hesitate. Two elite security men approached Jane, who had fallen to her knees in tears. One held her arm, the other supported her shoulder, and they lifted her to her feet despite her frantic resistance. “Please! Please, Michael!” She cried, her voice cracking painfully. “Just listen! Just forgive me! I didn’t mean it! I was confused! I didn’t know!” Her words dissolved into sobs as she tried to break free and claw towards Michael on the stage, her heels scraped against the polished marble floor. The guards’ grip on her tightened, they dragged he

The ceremony stretched on in all its majestic glory, lasting exactly as long as the Scofield family intended. World leaders mingled with titans of industry, heirs of powerful families whispered among themselves, and countless dignitaries lined up to greet Michael Scofield, the newly revealed successor to the greatest empire on earth. Everywhere he turned, people bowed. Everywhere he walked, the air shifted with reverence. Every handshake was done with two hands, heads lowered, voices trembling with respect or fear…Or both. And soon, inevitably, the Moons University students were ushered forward by the attendants. Their nerves were obvious, their faces pale, their steps shaky. Earlier, before they were brought to him, Gerald Scofield’s personal assistant had spoken to them with chilling clarity, “Your personal futures, and the futures of your families, all depend on the Scofield Empire. So it would be best if you behave accordingly.” That message alone had shattered whatever pride

The night stretched long after the final guest departed. The last limousine pulled away, the final flicker of camera lights faded, and silence finally swept over the grand Scofield mansion. The event staff were still cleaning, but the air no longer buzzed with chatter, laughter, or awe. Instead, what lingered was the weight of legacy. Inside a private hall, Michael stood with his parents and the elders, all seated in a semi-circle that radiated authority. Gerald’s expression was stern but proud; Cristy’s was gentle but worried. The elders looked at Michael as though he were both a prized heir and a soldier about to be dispatched into the unknown.One of them spoke first. “It is time for you to understand your next step. Your inheritance is vast, but wealth alone does not crown a Scofield. Responsibility does.” Michael listened, he looked calm on the outside, but deep down, he knew this wasn't going to be an easy task. He took a deep breath and listened carefully. Another elder l

The van dropped them off at the edge of a city none of them had ever heard of. Snow covered everything, thick piles on rooftops, heavy layers on the streets, misty white flakes still falling from the sky. A freezing wind cut through their clothes the moment they stepped out. The driver rolled down his window just long enough to say, “Good luck,” before speeding away, leaving the five of them alone in a strange white world. Celia hugged her arms around her body and shivered violently. “W-Why is it so cold?” She whispered, teeth already chattering. Michael instantly reached for the zipper of his jacket. “Here, take my jacket.” She stopped him with a small shake of her head. “No. I’m fine. I brought mine.” She dug into her backpack with stiff fingers and pulled out a thick winter coat. Barry and Jace quickly followed her lead, pulling out sweaters and gloves from their own bags… They felt thankful for being prepared. Even Mira put on a simple dark jacket. When everyone was finally

“Let her go,” Michael warned; his eyes were burning with rage at this point. The men didn’t take him seriously. They burst out laughing, loud and mocking, like hyenas circling their prey. “Look here, brat,” One of them sneered, stepping forward. “Just because you fight well doesn’t mean you get to order us around. Watch your mouth.” “Or what? What are you gonna do if we don't let her go?” Another chimed in, cracking his knuckles. The man holding Celia tightened his grip and pulled her closer as she struggled. His breath brushed her ear with a sickening and deliberate movement. “We’ll hurt this little kitten right here…” He whispered darkly, “...And make you watch.” Celia’s eyes widened in terror. Then the man disgustingly lowered his face to her neck and inhaled deeply. “Mmm… She smells like delicious berries…” He murmured with a twisted smile. “Brings back memories.” That was the moment something snapped inside Michael. He moved sharply like a storm unleashed. His fist connec