Morning sunlight reflected off the towering glass headquarters of Anderson Corporation. Golden banners stretched across the entrance.“Fifty Years of Excellence”Luxury cars rolled through the front gates one after another as directors, shareholders, investors, politicians and prominent business figures stepped onto the red carpet. Television crews had already occupied the best positions outside the building, broadcasting the anniversary celebration live.On the top floor, inside the chairman's office, Victor Anderson stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Age had silvered his hair, but it hadn't softened the arrogance on his face.He adjusted the cuffs of his tailored suit before turning toward his son."Have you memorized your acceptance speech?"His son smiled confidently, "Yes dad, I have"Victor nodded with satisfaction, "Good. Once the shareholders vote today, Anderson Corporation will officially remain in our family for another generation"His son chuck

Martha's eyes were still adjusting to the light as Paige carried out a series of routine neurological checks."Can you hear me clearly, Mrs. Martha?" Paige asked gently and Martha gave a faint nod."Do you know where you are?"She looked around the room before answering weakly, "...A hospital"A relieved smile spread across Paige's face, "That's good"She shone a small penlight into Martha's eyes, then checked her pulse again.Afterwards, she looked around the room, "She's awake, but she's still very weak," she said. "I'd like to run a few more examinations". She smiled reassuringly at Selene."The good news is that she's responding exactly the way we hoped"The tension that had gripped the room finally eased.Desmond nodded, "We'll let you do your work"Paige looked toward the others, "I'll need everyone to wait outside for a while"Selene hesitated, reluctant to leave her mother's side. Martha noticed and managed a faint smile, "I'm not going anywhere"A tear rolled down Selene's c

Desmond remained sitting on the edge of the bed for several minutes after waking, his breathing gradually returning to normal. Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting long strips of light across the floor, but it did little to settle the uneasiness that lingered inside him.He rubbed a hand across his face and let out a slow breath."It was only a dream", he murmured again to himself.Even as the words left his mouth, they felt strangely unconvincing. He stood, walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water over his face. When he looked up, his own reflection stared back at him, it's Liam Andrew's face.For a brief moment, the image from the dream flashed across his mind again: A little boy running across a green field, the sound of a woman's laughter, the sharp sting in bloodied knuckles, President Harrison's disappointed voice, and a lonely dining table.Desmond shut his eyes tightly before opening them again."No...". He dried his face, changed into fresh clothes

Desmond's eyes snapped open. He looked around the empty office instinctively, but there was no one behind him. The door remained closed, and the only sound was the steady hum of the air conditioner.His heart refused to slow and the voice had been too clear to dismiss as mere imagination. It hadn't echoed through the room. It had spoken beside him, as though someone had leaned close enough to whisper into his ear.Before he could gather his thoughts, another image surfaced without warning.“A black wooden cabinet”: The hidden compartment beneath the bottom drawer and the password Seven, three, nine.Desmond stiffened, the numbers came with the same certainty they had that morning. They weren't something he was trying to remember. They simply existed inside his mind. He pushed himself to his feet.Outside his office, Ezra looked up the moment the door opened."Boss?""I'm going out"Ezra frowned. "Now?""Don't worry, It won't take long", Desmond replied."Okay then, I'll drive"Desmond

The patient was restrained again and It took six people to force him back onto the treatment bed.Now he lay motionless, his breathing slow and steady, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He didn't react to the voices around him.One of the nurses pressed a piece of gauze against a cut on her forehead before turning to Josh."Professor... we have to stop", she lamentedEvery person in the room had seen what the experiment had done, so no one disagreed with her. Whatever they had injected into the volunteer, it hadn't healed him.Josh walked over to the monitor beside the bed and studied the readings without saying a word.The patient's pulse had settled, his blood pressure had returned to normal, and even his vital organs appeared stable. From every medical indicator, the man was alive.Yet no one standing in that laboratory believed he was the same person who had walked in a few minutes earlier.One of the senior researchers slowly removed his gloves, "This experiment failed"Josh finally