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“Zombie is also Shadow’s student. She is LEGIT legit, my lady.” Again, Linda couldn’t control her countenance. “We do a lot of things, Lady Linda. It’s a lot more what you think, Lady Linda. Unlike the mediocre me, Zombie can see through people and see your potential that you don’t even realize yet. Furthermore, SO is merely a humorous name to represent the way we operate.” His smile widened even bigger. However, Linda was still reluctant. Nevertheless, she kept the card just so she would not seem far too rude. SO or Shadow Organization. SQE or Shadow Quantum Empire. It was the two things Shadow created and left to someone else once she found it no use.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

“A… file” “For what?” “play it." Ha-Yoon demanded. Ho-Jim didn’t want to argue with him but he still did. However, he decided to play whatever was inside anyway. The screen turned black, and then showed three pictures of three people standing next to each other. "Tae-Min, Ji-Sui and Hyung-Shi?" Ho-Jim asked in disbelief. "They are related." "What do you mean?" Ho-Jim asked, "Hyung-Shi is the brother of Tae-Min and Ji-Sui is the wife of Tae-Min."

"Yes, I do. Because I might have been there. In that lab. Might have been one of the people who hurt her. I need to face that." SEOUL NATIONAL HOSPITAL – 12:34 PM Soo-jin lay in the hospital bed, wrists bandaged, eyes empty. She looked at Chaewon and Luna without recognition or care. "I'm Chaewon Kim. From the foundation. This is Luna. We wanted to check on you." "Why?" Soo-jin's voice was flat. "So you can feel better about yourselves? Check the 'saved a victim' box and move on?" "No. So we can understand what we're missing. What you need that we're not providing."

"Focus. Stay rooted. Predict its next move." She adjusted her stance, her feet shifting to maintain her balance as the shadow loomed over her. Each clash of their blades sent vibrations up her arms, but she stood her ground, her strikes growing more confident with each passing moment. The shadow swung high, and Bella swiftly ducked, using the momentum to spin and strike at its side. Her blade connected, causing the shadow to stagger, its form flickering like a candle in the wind. A triumphant grin spread across my face as I couldn't help but exclaim, "Yes! That's it! Use its aggression against it!"

Curious, he entered to discover a young woman dusting the sofas. Having just completed her cleaning duties, Caitlin decided to give the sofas one final dusting. Mesmerized by her singing, Kane stood there listening attentively, almost as if he were under a spell. With a smile on his face, he approached her slowly, eager to catch a glimpse of the mysterious woman with such an angelic voice. Startled, Caitlin noticed a shadow looming over her and turned around. They found themselves face to face, and the smile vanished from Kane's face as he immediately recognized her.

He wore mismatched shoes and tattered clothing comprising of trousers that might have once been grey, a cardigan with no buttons that fluttered about him as if trying to escape and a shirt that held the memory of the light green it had once been. The one called Hann was a little better turned out with black jeans a pair of shoes that were dirty but did match and a t-shirt with the logo of a band splashed across it, flaming skulls and zombies bounding across his chest. His hair had been cut tight to his skull, the skin gleaming in places where it had stopped growing completely. His face was smoother than his counterpart’s but his expression was too bright, his eyes too wide and the fixed grin

‘FOURTH SESSION WITH SUBJECT 11, APRIL 4TH 1996 TIME : 14:30 IN ATTENDANCE : PROFFESSOR THOMAS MOORE, TODD LAVERY AND SUBJECT 11 (SUBJECT 11 APPEARS RELAXED AND CALM. PROFFESSOR MOORE HAS TAKEN HER UNDER. SHE SHOWS NO SIGNS OF AGITATION OR DISCOMFORT. ) PROFFESSOR MOORE: WHAT IS YOUR NAME? SUBJECT 11: I AM CLAUDINE. PROFFESSOR MOORE: WHERE IS AMELIA?

"Who has dared to attack you?" Dylan staggered as he fell to his knees, his eyes red and wincing in pain. "It's the Silver Moon Alpha." He gasped, struggling to catch his breath. "He... he threatened to ruin Dark Knight... and... and broke my arm as a farewell gift and warning to you!" Kenziel's expression darkened, his voice like a low rumble of thunder. The tension in the room thickened like a gathering storm. Kenziel's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixing on Dylan like twin daggers. "A farewell gift, eh?" He repeated, the words laced with venom.

Her wolf growled low in her chest, restless, angry, bitter at the world that had turned against her. A flicker of movement in the shadows caught her attention. The tavern’s lights flickered through the fog, warm amber spilling onto the wet streets. Music and laughter seeped out, masking the chill of the evening. Selene hesitated at the door, her stomach knotting, but she wasn’t ready to hold back. Not tonight. Not when she wasn’t ready to let anyone see how much it hurt.