Soft rain drummed against the hospital windows as evening settled over Mercy Heights. The corridors dimmed. The air cooled.A strange stillness moved through the building, the kind that came before something important broke the surface.James Wood, now known to this world as Dr. Adrian Cole, walked down the hallway with practiced calm. But beneath that calm… burned purpose. Tonight was the night his plan would shift from preparation to execution.He reached Ward C, where the medical monitors blinked faint green light across the patient rooms. Inside Room 307 lay one of the seven men who murdered him.Daniel Briggs. Once a “friend.” Now an unsuspecting lamb in the lion’s den. James stood outside the door. Action cluster. A breath. A decision. Then he stepped in.Daniel stirred.His eyes fluttered open, still weak from the “mysterious” nerve pain that brought him here. “Doc…?”Daniel croaked. “You came back.”James kept his voice gentle. “I check on all my patients,”he said. “Espec

Rain hammered the hospital windows.Mercy Heights glowed under the storm, but something darker moved inside—panic, fear, and the first cracks in James Wood’s enemies.Dr. Adrian Cole stood in the empty room where Daniel had been. Room 307. Sheets thrown aside. IV line torn out. Blood droplets on the tiles.Monitors still beeping to themselves, confused by the absence of the patient they were supposed to be saving. Nurse Liana rushed in behind him. “Doctor, we searched the hall, the stairwell, he’s not anywhere in the unit.”James kept his eyes on the message Daniel had scratched on the wall: “HE KNOWS”“Seal the exits,”James said quietly. “Call security. Lock the elevators.”Liana blinked. “All that for one patient?”James didn’t turn. “Do it.”She hurried out. James moved closer to the wall, his fingers tracing the dried streak of blood beneath the message. So Daniel ran. Good. Running meant fear. Fear meant guilt. And guilt would make him careless.James whispered: “You should have

The hospital hallway was silent, the kind of silence that carried weight, like a held breath waiting to exhale.James Wood walked slowly toward the consultation room, Evelyn Moore following behind him in quiet heels that clicked rhythmically on the polished floor.He could feel her eyes on his back. Curious. Impressed. Unaware. Unaware that she was in the presence of the man she once helped kill. He pushed open the door, gesturing politely. “Please, have a seat.”Evelyn scanned the office with a light smile. “You keep your workspace clean, doctor. I like that.”James nodded. “A clean environment keeps the mind sharp.”“Oh, trust me,”she laughed softly, “I know all about sharp minds.”James sat across from her. “Tell me about your mother.”Evelyn crossed her legs elegantly. “She’s seventy-two. Heart issues. Very fragile. She's been getting worse, and the last hospital nearly destroyed her with bad prescriptions.”James’s brow tightened. “I’m sorry to hear that.”Evelyn sighed dramatic

Rain crashed against the hospital windows as if trying to punch its way inside. Dr. James Wood stepped out of the emergency theatre, pulling off his gloves.His heartbeat grew louder, not because of the surgery, but because he knew what came next.One of them had arrived. Again. He could feel it. The air always changed around them, heavy, familiar, poisonous. A nurse rushed up to him. “Doctor… Mr. Kelvin is asking for you. He says it’s urgent.”James froze. Kelvin. One of the seven. The man who used to laugh the loudest while eating James’s food… food Maria had already poisoned. James exhaled slowly. “Put him in Consultation Room 4. I’ll be there shortly.”The nurse nodded and hurried down the corridor. James leaned against the wall for one second, just one, steadying himself. Not yet. But you will know pain… confusion… fear… all the things you forced on me.He straightened his coat and walked. Inside the room, Kelvin was pacing like a trapped dog. The moment James stepped in, Kelvin

The morning sun rose behind a layer of gray clouds, casting the hospital in a dim, uneasy light. Nurses hurried through the corridors, monitors beeped intermittently, and the smell of antiseptic felt sharper than usual, almost metallic.Inside his office, Dr. James Wood sat perfectly still, staring at the file in front of him. The file of the man who had called at 2:00 a.m. The man whose voice trembled. The man who said the words that made James freeze in place:“Doctor… I think someone is following me.”And now that same man, One of the Seven, Was coming to the hospital today. James closed the file slowly, exhaled, and rose from his chair. A new phase of his plan was beginninA soft knock on the door.“Doctor? You said I should come.”James lifted his eyes. Standing at the doorway, drenched in sweat despite the cool air, was Daniel—the quietest of the seven conspirators. The one who rarely spoke. The one who always stood at the back of the group.Out of all of them, Daniel was the e