Dim lights. The sound of a soft hum filled the air—a low vibration coming from the walls. Adam sat cross-legged in the center of the room, eyes slowly opening.
His pupils adjusted to the faint light.
He'd heard everything.
Francisca's words. Jordan's mockery. Alexandria's outburst.
He chuckled quietly.
"…So that was her," he murmured.
His gaze drifted to the ceiling like he was seeing through it—back in time.
That day, years ago. The rain. The alley. The weird shadow thing. The blood.
Back then, he was just some clueless kid with a busted school bag and cheap sneakers. He remembered seeing her, helping her, then running home soaked to the bone…
That day was the day it happened.
The day they had vanished.
He never really thought about that day again. He buried it deep. Too much pain. Too much confusion. He forced himself to forget.
But now… with Alexandria's outburst, with Jordan's teasing—
It all came flooding back.
"…Huh," he muttered. "So that was you."
