The gym was no longer a battlefield — only a graveyard of echoes.
The blood hadn't dried.
The lights hadn't stopped buzzing.
But the danger… was gone.
The Sheep had vanished into the dark like a ghost, leaving behind a silence louder than any bullet.
Lucas slowly lifted himself off the floor, helping Charlotte steady her legs.
She was shaking, pale, her eyes still wide in disbelief.
Neither of them spoke.
They didn't need to.
They could still feel their father's memory bleeding through the image of Greg's body.
Across the court, Noah broke into a run.
"Mom!! Aiden!!"
He dropped to his knees, arms wrapping tight around both.
Aiden clung to his big brother like a lifeline, his body still trembling.
Panny was silent, her hand gently resting on the back of Noah's head.
Her cheeks were streaked with tears, but her expression was unreadable — as if part of her had been left back in the past.
Noah whispered, "It's over… it's over…"
