The leak spread worldwide in less than an hour; every major network carried some version of Luther’s image alongside headlines about Cain’s collapse and the Probability Crisis investigations. Commentators debated his role while analysts dissected fragmented intelligence files that most of them barely understood. Inside the coastal house, the atmosphere felt much quieter than the chaos unfolding outside. Selene shut down another incoming alert and looked toward Luther across the living room. “You cannot stay invisible anymore.” Luther remained standing near the monitor without responding immediately. The photograph displayed on the screen came from an old Cain personnel archive. His expression in the image looked colder than he remembered feeling back then, more distant, like someone already separating himself from ordinary life. Celeste moved beside him slowly. “You should sit down.” “I am fine.” He said. The answer came automatically, not truthfully. Selene crossed her a

The figure near the cliffs disappeared before Selene could reach the window. One moment, the silhouette stood motionless beneath the fog, watching the house from the shoreline below, and the next, only empty rocks remained where the man had been.Luther continued staring into the darkness long after the figure vanished.Selene joined him near the glass. “You are sure it was him again?"Luther nodded slowly. “Yes.”“The same face?” She asked.“Yes.” He replied.Selene looked toward the distant cliffs carefully, but nothing moved now except weak ocean mist drifting across the rocks below. For several long seconds, neither of them spoke, and then Luther finally stepped away from the window. And for the first time in weeks, the pressure inside his mind remained completely silent: no pulsing thread, no probability fluctuations, no distant voices, nothing.He stopped walking immediately.Selene noticed the change in his expression. “What happened?”Luther frowned slightly. “I cannot feel it

The reflection vanished the moment Luther blinked. The living room lights stabilised immediately afterward, returning the house to normal, as though nothing unusual had happened, but Luther remained frozen near the window.Celeste stood from the couch quickly. “You saw it again.”He nodded once.Selene crossed the room and checked the power systems immediately. Every reading appeared stable.“No electrical fluctuation"Luther stared at his own reflection carefully now, but he looked back perfectly synchronized— perfectly ordinary, and somehow that felt worse.Celeste moved beside him quietly. “What did it do this time?”“It waited," he said.The answer unsettled the room instantly.Selene shut down several nearby monitors before speaking. “You need distance from this tonight.”Luther finally stepped away from the glass. “I do not think distance matters anymore.”No one argued with him because the appearances no longer followed predictable patterns; sometimes they arrived through refle

The searchlight remained fixed on the bedroom window; its harsh white beam cut through the darkness so intensely that Luther had to narrow his eyes against it. Below the cliffs, engines idled near the shoreline road while several dark vehicles remained positioned in a loose perimeter facing the house.Celeste stepped beside him immediately. “Who are they?”Luther kept watching the lights below. “I do not know.”That answer alone created tension. After everything they survived, unknown visitors arriving in the middle of the night rarely meant anything good. Selene saw the searchlight through the lower windows and hurried up the stairs behind them.“What happened?” She asked.Celeste pointed toward the cliffs; Selene crossed the room and looked outside carefully. Her expression tightened immediately.“Those are not government vehicles.”“How can you tell?” Celeste asked.“Governments announce themselves." Selene studied the formation below more carefully. “These people want intimidation

Every light inside the house went dark at once, and the coastline disappeared into blackness except for the distant harbour lights flickering far below the cliffs. Celeste turned immediately toward the house while Luther remained frozen beside the railing. The pulse had vanished again, but the coordinates remained clearly, precisely, and intentionally burnt into his memory.Selene’s voice echoed faintly from inside the dark house. “Backup systems failed.”That alone was enough to create alarm. Cain-proof emergency systems protected the house after the collapse. Selene designed them personally. Total failure should have been impossible.Celeste grabbed Luther’s wrist gently. “Come inside.”He looked toward the ocean one final time before following her. The interior remained dim except for weak battery lanterns activating automatically near the stairwell. Selene stood near the kitchen monitors trying unsuccessfully to restore system access.“Everything shut down simultaneously,” she sai