*Present Day*

Bryan's thumb idly rubbed the rim of his teacup as he sat with his legs apart, head tilted slightly. The old man, Baba Razz, had served them some tea as he told them about the origin of their kind, and now Bryan was so calm, trying to process everything Baba Razz had told them.

"And that… is how our kind came to be," Baba Razz finished, placing his own empty cup on the table with a gentle clink.

For a moment, there was this heavy silence in the room before Aiden finally exhaled through his nose and leaned forward. "So…" he said slowly, trying to find the right...