The room was fire and thunder. Sparks fell like rain. Machines screamed, walls cracked, and three hearts beat in the chaos like drums of war.

Jason stood tall, his face cold as steel, his eyes burning like the storm of a false god. Ghost bled but smiled, his defiance refusing to die. Leah fought between them, every strike pulled by love, betrayal, and the unbearable weight of memory.

But then—

The shadows trembled. The broken screens flickered alive. A voice, distorted, layered, filled the room like a thousand whispers breathing as one.

“Keep breaking each other,” it purred. “Every scar makes you weaker. And when you’ve bled enough, we will...