MasukEthan spent the entire night thinking about the anonymous message. He read it over and over until the words were burned into his memory.
Watch your back. Some things are better left buried.
Jason was arrogant, but he wasn't subtle. If Jason wanted to threaten someone, he would usually hide behind a smile, not an anonymous phone number. That meant someone else knew what had happened—or at least suspected that Ethan was no longer the naïve younger brother everyone believed him to be.
The next morning, Ethan bought a new SIM card and backed up every video from his hidden camera onto an encrypted cloud account and two flash drives. He refused to lose his evidence a second time.
When he arrived at Harmony School of Music, the atmosphere felt different. Groups of students whispered excitedly in the corridors, and several of them glanced toward the practice hall.
What happened? Ethan asked a passing classmate.
"You haven't heard?" the student replied. "Professor Morris criticized Jason during his private rehearsal this morning. He said the composition lacked emotion and felt unfinished."
Ethan hid his satisfaction.
Of course it sounded unfinished.
Jason was trying to polish a trap.
Inside the piano studio, Professor Morris stood beside the grand piano while Jason replayed the melody for the third time.
The professor finally raised his hand.
Enough."
Jason looked up. "Is something wrong, Professor?"
"You are technically gifted," Professor Morris said, "but this piece feels empty. It sounds like someone began writing it and simply stopped halfway. The melody has no destination."
Jason forced a smile. "I'll improve it."
"I hope you do. The National Youth Music Competition is only three months away."
As students filed out of the room, Ethan noticed Jason's confident smile disappear the moment nobody was looking.
For the first time, pressure had reached the golden son.
That afternoon, Ethan visited the school library instead of going straight home. Hidden in the back corner was a small archive containing recordings of past national competitions. He spent hours studying the winning performances—not to copy them, but to understand what made them unforgettable.
Every champion had one thing in common.
They told a story.
Not through words...
But through music.
Ethan opened his notebook and began composing again.
He wasn't rewriting the song Jason had stolen.
He was creating something entirely new.
A melody that carried grief, betrayal, hope, and rebirth.
A melody only someone who had lived two lives could create.
Hours passed without him noticing.
By the time he finally closed the notebook, the library was nearly empty.
A slow clap echoed behind him.
He turned.
Lily Hart stood near the entrance with an amused smile.
"I've been listening for ten minutes."
Ethan quickly closed the notebook.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize anyone was here."
"You don't need to apologize," Lily replied. "That melody... I've never heard anything like it."
He hesitated.
"I've only finished the opening."
"If that's only the beginning, I can't wait to hear the ending."
Before Ethan could answer, another voice interrupted them.
Well, isn't this interesting?
Jason.
He stood outside the library doors with his hands in his pockets, wearing his usual friendly smile.
"There you are, Ethan. Dad was wondering why you weren't home."
Lily politely excused herself and walked away, but Ethan noticed Jason watching her leave.
When they were alone, Jason's smile faded.
"You've been avoiding me."
"I've been busy."
"Busy hiding your songs?"
Ethan met his brother's eyes without flinching.
I thought you said I lost them.
For a brief moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Jason laughed.
"You've changed."
So have you.
Jason stepped closer until only a few inches separated them.
"I don't know what game you're playing..."
"...but remember this."
"You've never beaten me before."
Ethan smiled calmly.
"There's a first time for everything."
Jason stared at him for several seconds before turning and walking away.
Ethan watched him disappear down the hallway.
That conversation confirmed one thing.
Jason had realized something was wrong.
The easy victim he used to manipulate was gone.
That evening, Ethan returned home and reviewed the hidden camera footage once more.
Most of it was ordinary.
Then, just before midnight, someone entered his room.
It wasn't Jason.
The person wore a dark hoodie and gloves, moving carefully through the darkness. They searched the bookshelf, desk, and wardrobe before quietly leaving without taking anything.
The security camera had captured only one clear detail.
As the stranger reached for the doorknob, a silver ring engraved with a wolf's head briefly reflected the moonlight.
Ethan froze the video.
He had seen that ring before.
He just couldn't remember where.
But one thing was certain.
Jason wasn't the only person hunting his music.
Somewhere in the shadows...
Another enemy had entered the game.
Nobody spoke.Mila's mother stood in the doorway, holding the photograph between her fingers.Samuel stared at her.“No,” he whispered.She looked at him sadly. “You don't remember because someone taught you to believe that forgetting was the same as being innocent.”Samuel shook his head.“I would never separate a child from his body.”“You did it to yourself.”The words struck the room like a thunderclap.The First One slowly rose to its feet.“Explain.”Mila's mother looked at Adrian, then at Samuel.“The child you loved was dying. His body could no longer sustain his consciousness. You searched for a way to preserve him, but every attempt failed. You became desperate.”She turned toward the First One.“You were so afraid of losing him that you refused to accept what he wanted.”The First One's face twisted with pain.“He wanted to live.”“Yes. But he also wanted the freedom to decide what living meant.”Samuel closed his eyes.A faint light appeared beneath his skin.Mila moved clo
Nobody moved.The First One stood in the doorway, holding a knife that reflected no light. Its face shifted between the woman who had held Adrian, the ancient figure who had haunted their memories, and a stranger whose features none of them recognized.Mila stepped closer to Ethan.The First One looked at Noah.“You remember.”Noah did not answer.“You remember what you did to my son.”Adrian stirred in Samuel's arms.“Stop calling me your son.”The First One's expression broke.For a moment, it looked less like an ancient consciousness and more like a parent hearing a painful truth for the first time.“I searched for you across every world I could reach.”“You searched for a version of me that would never leave you.”“I wanted you back.”“You wanted me to belong to you.”The knife trembled in the First One's hand.Samuel moved between them.“Put it down.”The First One barely glanced at him.“You have no idea what it means to lose someone.”Samuel's eyes filled with sadness.“I know
The stranger disappeared, but his shadow remained.It stretched across the laboratory floor, moving independently of the emergency lights. Its long fingers crawled toward Mila and the baby in her arms.Ethan stepped in front of them.“Stay back.”The shadow stopped.Then it spoke with Ethan's voice.You cannot protect everyone, Ethan.Ethan clenched his fists.“I don't have to protect everyone from every consequence. But I won't let you take their choices away.”The shadow laughed.You learned the words. You still haven't learned what they cost.The golden light beneath the floor turned black.Samuel grabbed Daniel's arm.“Get everyone away from the crack!”Before Daniel could respond, the shadow split into three separate shapes. One rushed toward Richard. Another stretched toward Adrian. The third shot directly at Mila.“Mila!” Ethan shouted.She moved before he could reach her.Instead of running, Mila placed Adrian carefully in Samuel's arms and stepped toward the approaching shado
Adrian screamed so violently that Mila nearly dropped him.Ethan caught the baby before he slipped from her arms.The darkness swallowed the laboratory. Somewhere beneath their feet, metal scraped against metal, followed by a deep, rhythmic sound that resembled a heartbeat.Once.Twice.Then the voice spoke again.You have spent so long searching for the beginning that you never considered what existed before it.Samuel raised his head.“Show yourself.”A soft laugh came from beneath the floor.You still believe that every voice deserves a body.“No,” Samuel replied. “But every voice deserves the chance to speak without taking someone else's life.”The heartbeat stopped.For several seconds, nothing happened.Then the emergency lights flickered on.A narrow crack had appeared in the floor between Samuel and Daniel. It stretched from one wall to the other, revealing a faint golden glow beneath the concrete.Richard backed away.“No. That chamber was destroyed.”Ethan turned toward him.
Richard collapsed.The baby was still in Mila's arms, his tiny fingers wrapped around hers. Yet the voice that had come from his mouth belonged to someone who had lived long before him.Father, why did you burn my house?Richard stared at the child.“I didn't know you were there.”The baby's golden eyes narrowed.“You knew someone was there.”Richard's lips trembled.“I thought the body was empty.”“You thought it was empty because you never asked.”The words struck Richard harder than any accusation Ethan could have made.Ethan moved closer to Mila.“Who is speaking through him?”Samuel stood motionless, his attention fixed on the child.“Not the First One.”“Then who?”Samuel swallowed.“The original consciousness that survived the first transfer.”Noah stepped forward.“That's impossible. The original consciousness was fragmented.”“Parts of it were,” Samuel replied. “But we never established that every fragment belonged to the same person.”Mila looked down at the baby.“Can you h
Nobody moved.The baby stared at Mila with completely black eyes.The woman holding him smiled as if nothing unusual had happened.“Come closer, sweetheart. Your brother wants to meet you.”Mila tightened her grip on Ethan's hand.“My brother?”The woman nodded.“You have been looking for him for a very long time.”Mila turned toward her mother.“Mommy, who is that woman?”Her mother looked as though she had seen a ghost.“I don't know.”The woman inside the room laughed softly.“You always say that when you're afraid of remembering.”Mila's mother stepped forward.“Who are you?”The woman's smile faded.“You carried me before you carried Mila. You heard me crying after they told you I was gone. You begged Richard to find me, and when he told you to stop searching, you believed him.”Richard stumbled backward.“No.”The woman adjusted the baby in her arms.“You remember now, don't you?”Mila's mother pressed her hands against her temples.“I remember a baby crying.”“You remember more







