Muscles bulged where there had been none, and her delicate features sharpened into a strong, masculine visage.
When the transformation completed, the woman was no more—standing in her place was a massive man, exuding power and menace.
It was Brandon, Ross's most trusted puppet, hidden perfectly under the illusion of innocence.
The men froze, staring in disbelief.
"What… what are you?" one stammered, stepping backward as if the walls themselves might swallow him whole.
"How… how is this possible?" another whispered, eyes wide, shaking his head in denial.
"This… this isn't real," a third muttered, his voice trembling. But no denial could undo what they had just seen.
Brandon's piercing gaze swept over them, each eye burning with lethal intent.
His lips curled into a faint, cruel smile, the kind that promised retribution and suffering.
Then, without warning, the first scream erupted—a guttural, agonized sound that pierced through the wooden walls.
