The rain continued pounding against the broken windows of the abandoned church.
Inside the underground chamber, everything had fallen into chaos.
Adrian lay motionless on the cold stone floor.
Blood slowly spread beneath him.
Aria knelt beside him, her trembling hands hovering uselessly over his wound.
"Adrian..."
No response.
"Adrian, please!"
Rafael immediately crouched beside her.
"Aria, we need to move."
She barely heard him.
Her eyes remained fixed on Adrian.
"He's dying..."
Rafael looked toward Noah.
"Call the doctor."
Noah was already reaching for his phone.
"I'm trying."
Suddenly, Adrian's fingers moved.
Aria leaned closer.
"Adrian?"
His eyes opened slightly.
For a moment, his gaze focused on her.
"Sophia..."
Aria's breath caught.
"My mother?"
Adrian struggled to breathe.
"She... trusted..."
His eyes shifted toward Rafael.
"...the wrong person."
Rafael's expression hardened.
"Who?"
Adrian's lips parted.
But before he could answer—
BANG!
