Eleventh Run

Brandon, sitting on the other edge of the bed, began to speak in hushed tones, his voice carrying an air of sincerity.

For some reason, Liam felt that this was one of those incredible events.

"Liam, I needed to tell you something important," he said, full of concern in his voice. "I don't know if you're going to believe it or not, but it's all true." Liam didn't say anything and let Brandon do the talking. He took a deep breath before continuing, "The fever that I had, it's not just a regular fever or illness. It's a manifestation—a sign that someone's ability is finally awakened. The people that gained in order to survive this chaos."

Liam, perched on the other edge of the bed, looked at Brandon as he listened to him intently. Upon hearing those words, his curiosity was piqued. "Abilities?" he asked, full of confusion in his eyes. "Like superpowers?" he added.

Brandon nodded his head. Seeing the curiosity and, at the same time, doubt in Liam