MasukA short chapter, yes... but meant to remind you that no one is safe here and sometimes the unknown are the ones who end up pulling the most dangerous strings. Who do you really think is on whose side? Does Ziegler have everything under control or is it already slipping out of his hands? Do you really believe Mathias and Nefertary’s sister? If so... how do you think she would react? Leave me your theories because things are just starting to fall apart. See you in the next chapter... if anyone survives.
NIKOLAI¿El juego está empezando otra vez?Sweden, StockholmSix years later...I can still taste victory like it was yesterday — it's inexplicable how triumph had flavor on my palate, how I took down that idiot Egil and that stupid Vanessa. They were very clever to think I wouldn't come after them if they betrayed me.That day, I didn't board the damn jet — at least, not the one the attack took. I already knew their moves. I saw my chance to fake my death; I knew my two daughters would seek revenge, and indeed, they lived up to my expectations. It was a shame that both were so narcissistic, so egocentric, that they fell together into the abyss, 'The Ziegler surname was what finished them off.'My new life began in Russia. I invested the little I had from a ghost company there, regaining my status. Without enemies, the path was easier. It didn't take long for me to become someone important again, to have my life back, but this time known as Nikolai Kaelthorn. Gregorio Ibagon had died,
MATHIASDonde todo comenzó Sweden, StockholmA year and a half laterThe color white is supposed to bring calm, especially in places like this, but it only makes it worse. I kept walking down the halls; the smell of cleaning products flooded my nostrils. A few meters ahead, I spotted the figure of that man so familiar to me, standing at the door of his room.-Any news, Steven? -I ask as soon as I see him.-Apparently, the involuntary movements are just side effects, very common in his condition.-So... there's no certainty he'll wake up? -I ask.-No, there isn't, sir.-What have I told you about calling me "sir," Steven? I'm not forty.-Sorry, young man. -I gesture for him to leave.Without him nearby, I get ready to enter the room. I freeze for a few seconds, then sigh and move forward. Seeing her sleeping there on that cot with all those machines, I can't help but feel guilty, 'but it had to be this way, she wanted it this way.' All this time she's been trapped in a sleep that seem
NEFERTARY¡Que comience la reunión familiar!After leaving that place, it was time to go after him. I needed to see him die, to finish that bastard once and for all—make sure he couldn't take revenge for Vanessa's death. Because that's the excuse he'd use… though of course, 'he doesn't need one, he just acts for pleasure.'—Miss! —Steven shouted, running toward me— Egil is heading to the airport.—What do you mean, the airport? That rat isn't getting out. I want him now. I don't care if there are civilians around, that bastard cannot leave Switzerland —he nodded and immediately pulled out his phone to start barking orders——Everything will be ready. We'll wait for him at the cabin.He opened the car door for me, and I got in. The driver started the engine.My eyes drifted toward the sunset—more orange than ever, like the lava of a volcano.Even with that view, my emotions didn't calm down. They were going at a thousand beats per damn second.I've taken down everyone involved. He's the
NEFERTARYTristeza en medio del caos.The sound of my boots against the gravel announced my arrival.The last time I came here was the day he died, so... 'here I was, among the ruins of what was left of that night'.There was no cemetery, no tombstone, since his body had been cremated—and I have no idea where his "mother" might have scattered the ashes.The air was still, nothing like that night.I walked toward the rubble that remained of the old building—or warehouse, whatever it had been.My steps were weak. My body moved on its own; it was obvious it wanted to get out of here, but I had to speak.I had to try to make things right in order to move forward.Not just because I owed it to him... but because 'I owe it to myself'.Three months, Ossoclu. Three months since... —I pause for a moment, trying not to break down, 'because it still hurts, it still burns... it still scorches my soul'.—I've read a few of your letters. I swear I need two whole days to prepare myself before readin
MATHIASUn clarooscuro en este mundo After the chaos, the screams, silence returns, and with it, the thoughts about the damn "reflection," wondering if I've screwed up, if I'm lost, 'but how am I lost?' Months ago, I knew exactly what I wanted; now it's like starting over again, although... 'how is it possible that I don't know?' An hour ago, we had just sealed a new pact... not with words, but with skin.My gaze drifted to where she was breathing slowly beside me. Maybe she was asleep or just pretending to be. 'How can she look so harmless like that?'I shifted my eyes toward the ceiling; the darkness didn't bother me—it became my new friend, that world I once thought was distant now feels like home, especially her as my refuge. Maybe I'm crazy, but I had accepted it. No blackmail, no manipulation—more like I'm enjoying it. I was starting to enjoy the chaos, starting to enjoy other people's pain.With Michael Lorenz's death, I confirmed it: it doesn't affect me in the slightest, tha
NEFERTARY¿Todavía estas sibestimando al enemigo?—Miss, Mrs. Gretchen is waiting for you in the garden.It had been a while since I last saw her, to be exact, since my father's funeral. Here I was... walking straight into the lion's den.—Miss? —the maid called my attention.—Let's go —I said.I followed the girl. Everything in this mansion was luxury with elegance, but with that old-fashioned touch that made it a cut above other places with the same status as ours.The figure of an old lady appeared through the windows overlooking the courtyard. Her white hair was visible. We moved closer until the maid announced my presence. 'She may be old, but she always looks presentable.'—Would you like something to drink? —she asked as I took a seat.—Water would be more than enough —I replied.—Etial, water for the young lady —she just nodded and left the room—. How have you been, dear? I heard you lost someone important... in a rather decrepit state, so to speak —she gave me a challenging l







