The night air was thick with tension — like the moment before a storm breaks loose. Every nerve in my body screamed that nothing would ever be the same again.
We had escaped the building, but the battle was far from over.
Remi's eyes searched mine, filled with a mix of hope and fear. "What's next?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"The truth needs to come out," I said. "But not just theirs. Mine too."
I pulled the shredded blueprints from my pocket — proof that I wasn't just a victim, but something more. A weapon forged with intention, yes, but also with choice.
The lines between right and wrong blurred. The people I'd been told to hate suddenly seemed human — flawed, yes, but human.
And me? I was standing at a crossroads.
Fight the ghosts of my past or become the monster they feared.
Remi placed a hand on my shoulder. "You don't have to do this alone."
I nodded, but inside, a storm was brewing. The reckoning wasn't just external — it was in my heart, my mind.
Every decision from here on would shape what I became.
And I was ready to face it — whatever the cost.