Reborn to take over the stage 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 211 - 챕터 220

Mila stopped breathing for a moment.The voice inside her had sounded exactly like her own, yet she had never spoken those words.I've been waiting for you to remember me.She squeezed Ethan's hand.“Daddy, there's someone inside my head.”Ethan knelt in front of her.“Can you hear me clearly?”“Yes.”“Can you still hear my voice?”She nodded.“Then stay with my voice. You don't have to answer anything the other voice says.”Her mother hurried toward them.“Let me see your hand.”Mila held it out.The golden point in her palm had become a dark circle surrounded by thin, branching lines. They looked like cracks spreading through glass.Her mother went pale.“Where did this come from?”“I don't know,” Mila whispered. “It just happened.”Richard approached, but Ethan raised his hand.“Stay there.”“We need to examine the mark.”“You've examined enough children.”Richard stopped.For once, he didn't argue.Behind them, the knocking continued.Three slow knocks.Then three more.The ancien

Richard couldn't speak.Hope stood before him, her small hands curled into fists. She looked no older than Mila, yet her eyes carried a sadness that made the adults around her uncomfortable.“You remember me now, don't you?” she asked.Richard stared at her.“I remember a child.”Hope shook her head.“No. You remember a problem.”Mila's mother moved forward, tears streaming down her face.“Hope, sweetheart.”Hope turned toward her.The woman's steps faltered.“I looked for you,” she whispered. “I searched every record, every room, every place Richard said you might be. I never stopped wondering what happened to you.”Hope watched her carefully.“Did you look for me when the door was closed?”Her mother froze.“Did you call my name when you thought nobody could hear you?”“Yes.”“Did you try to open the door?”Her mother lowered her head.“Once.”“And when Richard told you to stop?”The woman began to cry.“I stopped.”Hope nodded slowly.“Then you stopped looking.”“No!” Her mother re

The boy screamed.Ethan moved before anyone could stop him.He rushed toward the doorway, but Daniel caught his arm.“Don't!”Ethan twisted free.“That's my mother!”“And something is standing behind her!”Elena clutched the boy against her chest as the shadow behind her unfolded into a towering figure.It had no face.Yet everyone in the chamber could feel its attention settling on them.The boy struggled in Elena's arms.“Mommy, let me go!”Elena held him tighter.“I'm trying to protect you.”“Then why is it touching me?”She looked down.A black hand rested on the boy's marked wrist.The golden mark flickered.Elena screamed and pulled him away, but the hand stretched unnaturally, following him through the doorway.The boy's feet left the ground.Mila rushed forward.“Let him go!”She thrust her palm toward the doorway.Her golden mark blazed.For an instant, the shadow loosened its grip.Ethan seized the boy's free hand and pulled.Elena pushed from the other side.Together, they

The tiny voice came again from Mila’s palm.“Sister, I’ve finally found you.”Mila stared at the golden mark splitting across her skin. Her eyes filled with tears, but she did not cry out. Instead, she held her hand close to her chest as if she were afraid the voice might escape if she moved too quickly.“Who are you?” she whispered.The mark pulsed.“I waited for you.”“That doesn’t tell me your name.”For one brief moment, the chamber fell silent.Then the voice answered.“Hope.”Mila’s mother stumbled backward.“No.”The word came out so quietly that Ethan almost missed it.He turned toward her. “You know that voice?”Mila’s mother pressed a trembling hand against her stomach. The dark mark across her forehead began to glow, and her golden eyes fixed on Mila’s palm.“I know that name,” she whispered. “I gave it to my first daughter.”Hope.The little girl who had emerged from the sealed doorway. The child who had accused Richard of abandoning her. The child who had wanted to live o

Ethan held Mila against his chest.Her body was warm, but the golden mark on her palm had turned completely black.“Mila, wake up.”He brushed her hair away from her forehead.“Baby, please. Daddy is here.”She did not move.Across the chamber, the girl who looked like Mila watched him with an expression he could not understand.“You should stop calling her,” she said. “She cannot hear you.”Ethan raised his head.“Stay away from my daughter.”The girl flinched.For a moment, she looked like an ordinary child who had been scolded. Then her expression changed, and something much older looked through her eyes.“Which one?”Ethan said nothing.“Which daughter are you talking about?” she continued. “The one in your arms, or the one you have never met?”Mila's mother made a small, broken sound.“Hope, please.”The girl turned toward her.“Don't call me that.”“But that is your name.”“No.” The girl's voice trembled. “Hope is the name you gave the baby you wanted. I am the one who waited fo