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"Some things are better left in the dark, Leo. Not because they are evil, but because they are painful. You are finally happy here. Why are you trying so hard to ruin it?" "I’m not trying to ruin anything," I said. "I just want to know the truth." "Truth is a matter of perspective," Arthur said. He finished with the shirts and turned to leave. "Lunch will be ready in an hour. Don't spend all morning staring at that screen. It’s a beautiful day outside." As soon as he left, I felt like the walls of the room were closing in. It wasn't just the internet. It was the whole house. Every corner had a camera, every person had a script.

Hall earlier that day, but when she opened her bag, she found a printed sheet inside that she hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t signed. It simply said: “You’re opening your eyes, Invisible Doctor. Be careful. Some things were never meant to be seen.”

"You think a small cut makes you a warrior? All you’ve done is prove that you belong in this house. But since you want to play by blood, let’s establish the House Rules, Ivy." He sat back, ignoring the blood seeping from his shoulder, and reached for the tablet on the nightstand. He swiped the screen, and a live video feed appeared. It was her father, Arthur, sitting in a dimly lit, cramped room in Zurich. He looked haggard, clutching a bottle of cheap gin.

Lumiére muttered, attempting to clarify his intentions. Arin couldn't help but snort in disbelief at Lumiére's claim. "I love how you think you're invisible," he spat sarcastically, his tone laced with skepticism. Lumiére, undeterred by Arin's skepticism, met his gaze with a determined expression. He arched an eyebrow and retorted, "... I actually possess the ability to become invisible. Remember? It's one of my special abilities." Arin let out a weary sigh, his hand raking through his hair in frustration. Lumiére could see the exhaustion etched on Arin's face, clear evidence of his inner turmoil.

It was Arthur Vincent. His face was scarred from the bridge explosion, his arm in a mechanical brace. He looked like a man who had crawled back from the grave with only one thought: revenge. "The 'Second Family' doesn't like competition, Vira," Arthur spat, his voice distorted by a vocal cord injury. "The Vincents aren't going to be replaced by a batch of test-tube babies." Arthur turned his weapon toward the glass pods. "No!" Panni screamed. The Price of the Future

Arthur swapped his expensive clothes for a plain t-shirt and a cap that obscured most of his face. He did not head north. Instead, he returned to the city center, specifically to a budget hotel located in a narrow alley not far from Claire’s campus. The room was stuffy and smelled of cigarettes, a far cry from the luxury he usually enjoyed. But to Arthur, it was the perfect hiding spot. "You think you have won, Julian?" Arthur muttered as he locked the hotel room door. He pulled out a large bag containing sophisticated camera equipment with an exceptionally long telephoto lens. Arthur sat on a rickety wooden chair, staring out a small window that looked directly toward the campus side gate.

He whispered in a cold voice while smiling with devilish eyes, and at the same moment a group of spider-like Aribeth monsters launched from the Mountain of Doom. Arthur stood on top of his palace, laughing hard and evil "I will destroy the world to bring you back to me Vidia, even death will not keep you away from me." He laughed very hard, looking at the monsters that started racing towards the Ark Kingdom She devours everything in front of her, wanting only to satisfy the hunger she feels Vidia's soul stood looking at the destruction happening in front of her with sad eyes. Arthur looked at her soul, which was standing behind him, and smiled darkly.

It was just me who could see her, not even Penny who was being tortured by her. Mrs Agatha, our teacher demanded what was wrong through sign language. But I was still slow in learning sign language, so I couldn't explain. I kept pointing ahead of me at the old lady, but Mrs Agatha just snapped her head at the lady, and then back to me with her face scrunched up in confusion. That was when I knew it was just me who could see the evil lady. That she was invisible to everyone, except me.

Yes. [UNSAVED NUMBER]: Does he know? Marcus: He knows something happened. He doesn't know what. [UNSAVED NUMBER]: Keep it that way for now. Marcus: I can't do that indefinitely. [UNSAVED NUMBER]: You don't have to. Just long enough. Marcus: Long enough for what? [UNSAVED NUMBER]: Good night, Marcus. The contact went offline. Marcus sat in his dark car, hoping he was doing the right thing.

Different level of terrifying. Mrs. Laurent moved closer quickly. “We need to leave.” I ignored her completely while staring at the screens. “This is insane.” “Miss Glen—” “He watches everything?” Her silence answered me. I laughed once softly in disbelief. “Oh my God.” The realization hit harder now. Adrian heard me because he watched me. He knew when I was nervous because he watched me. Everything suddenly felt invasive in a way I hadn’t fully understood before. I moved closer toward another row of screens carefully. Then froze.