Narrator: LOUVNA
My heart was beating like a war drum in my chest.
What was this feeling?
The stranger standing before me…
Was he really the same MOHITO I once knew?
His eyes carried dark clouds I had never seen in them before.
The calm that once surrounded him
was no longer peace —
It had become a heavy silence, like a grave sealed shut.
I tried to smile, but my lips trembled like a wounded bird.
I whispered, "You're back?"
I asked him, knowing that question would never answer the real ones forming in my mind.
MOHITO…
How did you become
this stranger who carries heavy secrets in his eyes,
and ghosts whispering to him in a voice I can't hear?
I knew something had broken between us…
something no words could restore.
Because some wounds never heal,
and some mysteries remain locked in the sealed chest of the heart.
By the end of the school day, I was sitting at my desk,
but my mind had wandered into another world.
All I could hear
was MOHITO's suffocating silence.
I turned behind me toward ODEL,
the quiet one who hid secrets behind his thick glasses.
"ODEL…" I whispered, my voice carrying all my confusion.
"Have you noticed anything different about MOHITO lately?"
He looked at me with that sharp gaze
behind which his mind analyzed everything.
"Change is normal, LOUVNA. People change."
But that wasn't the answer I wanted.
"No… this isn't normal change…"
I replied, noticing how ODEL avoided looking directly at me.
"You know something, don't you?"
His silence was an answer in itself.
I saw hesitation in his eyes,
like someone carrying a heavy secret he feared revealing.
"Sometimes, LOUVNA…" he finally began,
"some secrets are like fire.
If you get too close… you'll burn."
His words felt like cold water poured on my burning chest.
What kind of secrets was he talking about?
And what did MOHITO have to do with them?
I felt as though I was walking inside a dark maze —
The closer I thought I was to the truth,
The more lost I became.
ODEL adjusted his glasses as if hiding behind them.
"My advice is not to dig into things that may hurt you."
But how could I stop?
How could I ignore that darkness I saw in the eyes of the person who…?
How could I accept that he had become a stranger
when I knew that deep in his heart remained a part…
a part of the one who once stood up to defend me?
I left the classroom carrying a thousand wounds only the truth could heal.
MONA followed me,
my protective angel, her voice unusually serious.
"LOUVNA… maybe you should really stop digging deeper into this.
It's starting to affect you."
She paused, noticing the change in my expression.
"And I don't think this is good for you… especially after the message we received recently."
Her words reminded me of a duty chasing me —
one I had almost forgotten.
A duty I'd hidden inside the sealed chest of my heart.
While leaving the institute, I lifted my gaze to the sky.
It was gray, heavy with clouds,
and as the autumn leaves fell…
truths began to fall one after another.
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In the Mansion
Dinner moved with a heavy silence,
broken only by the faint clatter of spoons against plates
and exchanging glances that carried questions
No one dared to voice it.
yet....
The biggest absence in the room
felt like a towering presence.
MOHITO's absence
spread like a shadow over all their hearts.
"What's going on?" SHOUTONA asked,
his eyes shifting between their tense faces.
SOLIMON paused his meal,
placing his spoon down slowly.
"We need to talk with you, SHOUTONA."
SHOUTONA rose from his seat,
his movements deliberate, firm.
"Follow me."
In the living room,
where dim lights cast moving shadows on the walls,
SHOUTONA sat on the couch.
His eyes studied each face as they entered,
as if reading a chapter of their worry in every expression.
"You want to know what's happening with MOHITO."
It wasn't a question —
but a declaration.
"There is something wrong, isn't there?" AYOUB said,
His voice is on the edge of breaking.
SHOUTONA sighed,
straightening his back.
"I know...
But none of you can do anything about it."
He paused, then added:
"We're not dealing with the organization this time…
but with something darker —
something that feeds on suffering."
He scanned their shocked faces.
"I and the HOUNDS will handle this...You must not interfere."
The silence that followed
was as heavy as stone.
SHOUTONA stood from the couch…
Then—
"That's not your decision to make."
OBASO's voice tore through the silence.
Everyone turned toward him, stunned.
He was standing at the entrance, his shadow long on the floor, and his eyes — the same eyes that had grown used to hiding behind screens — now ablaze with a fire none of them had seen before.
He stepped forward with confident strides, each footfall echoing in the hush:
"I always saw MOHITO as someone mysterious…
and I won't deny I feared that mystery."
He paused, his hands trembling, yet his voice was hard as stone:
"But now I understand… those walls he built around himself weren't meant to keep us out… they were meant to protect us from what lay within him."
He looked toward the group,
his voice trembling with feelings he had suppressed for years:
"All of us assumed MOHITO was capable of everything… a miracle who needed no one
So we burdened him with our expectations,
treating him as someone who can carry the world in his hands…
someone who didn't need anyone, and we forgot that beneath that hard shell,
There is a human who bleeds."
SHOUTONA lowered his head slightly,as if OBASO's words struck him like blows.
"BUT. In TZARIA…"
OBASO's eyes shimmered with painful memory,
"I saw another side of him…
He wasn't the invincible fighter…
But a lonely boy longing for his older brothers.
A boy stares at the stars as if searching for a lost face among them…
A human seeking someone to share his reality."
His voice rose, carrying all the suppressed pain:
"We deprived him of his freedom…
the freedom to be weak…
the freedom to ask for help…
We were not his friends — we were the guardians of a legend we forged with our own hands."
In that… we're no different from the organization."
Glances were exchanged — glances that carried memories of neglect
"I won't let him suffer alone ever again," OBASO said it with iron resolve, as if it were a vow he had carved into his very soul.
"OBASO" MESNAS whispered
"OUBASO is right," SOLIMON stood.
"MOHITO used that thing to protect us…
and we left him to face it alone."
SOLIMON stepped forward,
his eyes burning with determination.
"That's why all of us share the responsibility."
One by one, they stood.
ZAKI, MESNAS, AYOUB, TAHARA, MIZIANI, ADEL, ZARIOUH…
Even GHAZLAN, MAYNO, and SAMA rose beside them.
Resolve burned in their eyes,
uniting them like a single living body.
SHOUTONA sighed,
a look of admiration mixed with sorrow in his gaze.
"Fine… I'll tell you everything."
SHOTONA's eyes were tired,
carrying the weight of truth
like mountains carry the weight of time.
He sat back down,
his posture bent like a branch heavy with snow,
his intertwined fingers hiding a faint tremor.
"If we're to speak about MOHITO…"
His voice cracked,
as if forcing its way past a wall of pain.
"Then we cannot ignore BORBAKI."
A long silence followed his words,
thick as fog settling between them.
"BORBAKI…
was one of the strongest soldiers of the organization."
SHOUTONA's gaze fixed on the space ahead of him,
as if watching ghosts from the past.
"They called him the Silent Death…
and he led a team everyone feared —
the HOUNDS."
The group exchanged uneasy looks,
as if trying to grasp the weight of his words.
"He never failed a mission…
until that last one."
SHOUTONA closed his eyes briefly.
"He was sent to track down a runaway scientist…
whom he found in a remote village,
lying on his deathbed."
His voice fell to a whisper:
"The scientist was caring for a fifteen-year-old boy…
amnesiac…
and he told BORBAKI a dangerous secret
about the organization and the boy."
SHOUTONA lifted his head suddenly,
his eyes glinting in the dim light.
"And that was when BORBAKI made the decision
that changed everything."
"I don't know why he made that choice…
but he decided to defect —
taking with him the HOUNDS …
and the boy."
SHOUTONA turned away,
as though unable to bear their gazes.
"The dying scientist entrusted a black suitcase to BORBAKI…
and made him swear never to open it
Or give it to the boy."
SHOUTONA waited until their breathing steadied,
Then said the words that turned their world upside down:
"That boy…
was MOHITO."
"Or as the organization named him…
Themiracle Boy."
SHOUTNA's voice trembled:
"The first successful experiment…
And from his blood…
We were all created."
"What?!"
SOLIMON's cry escaped him before he could stop it.
Shock washed over every face.
"His blood?!"
ZAKI, voice breaking.
"What does that even mean?!"
Silence swallowed the room.
Time itself seemed to freeze.
Breaths halted. Hearts stalled.
"But…"
SHOUTNA rose slowly,
his eyes overflowing with years of buried pain.
"That's only part of the truth."
His voice turned calm —
too calm, like the quiet before breaking ice.
He took one step forward,
and the ground beneath them seemed to tremble.
"MOHTO… wasn't alone in that white room…"
The air carried his next words
like a doomed prophecy.
"He had… a twin."
"A twin?!"
AYOUB shot up from his seat,
as if the floor had collapsed beneath him.
His eyes were wide, his face pale.
"MOHITO has a twin?! Since when?! Where is he?!"
His voice rose with each question,
shock morphing into fear.
OBASO didn't speak.
His hands trembled violently,
his face drained of all color.
SHOUTNA hesitated —
Then let the storm fall.
"And from the soul of that twin…
MORASAMI was forged."
There were no screams this time.
The shock was too deep.
TAHARA froze in place,
eyes wide with horror.
"The sword… is made from… a person?!"
The words came out broken,
as if his tongue itself refused them.
SOLIMON shot to his feet,
as though his chair had turned to fire.
His face contorted with inner conflict,
eyes drowning in memories
he never dared question.
"You're telling me…
that MOHITO carries the soul of his brother…
In his hand? All this time?!"
His voice shook with pain, anger, and disbelief.
SHOUTNA answered with a whisper —
a dark omen of a truth
That was not just a fact,
but a curse:
"Yes…
the soul of his twin —
sacrificed to create an immortal weapon."
Then came the words
that would haunt their dreams forever:
"MORASAMI is not just a sword…
It is an imprisoned soul,
starving for blood.
The blood of its enemies…
and the blood of its wielder.
It feeds on his spirit,
trying to take him over."
A dead silence fell over the room.
Not the silence of peace —
but the silence of a truth too heavy to bear.
Some struggled to breathe,
as if the air had thickened.
Others stared at the ground,
unable to lift their heads.
The truth hovered above them
like a toxic cloud,
Now, everything was different.
Now, they understood
that the shadow haunting him
was not just a scarred past…
but the ghost of his brother —
The missing half he had lost
in the darkest of circumstances.