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Ian buried his tear-streaked face against the Revenant’s chest, trembling as he wept silently, having poured out so many words to hold on to him. Now, he needed no words. His sobs expressed everything. The Revenant felt the part of him he had left behind with Ian slot back into place. The Revenant’s hand moved slowly along Ian’s back, and he pulled him close, savoring the warmth of his presence. He whispered softly. “Could you really… live with a beast your whole life?” Ian’s answer…-
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Of all the memories Ian had lost, the one he had left untouched until the very end was about Marcus Winchell. He couldn’t remember Marcus’ occupation or appearance. It was different from recalling the things Marcus had said or done when retracing the events. To Ian, Marcus Winchell was merely a foster father whom he had killed, a criminal who had abused him. Nothing about Marcus Winchell as a person remained within him. Even without knowing this, the Revenant already understood what Ian’s most…
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It wasn’t Leo Sebastian. The man who had aimed the gun at Leo had been shot. “Wha… What?” Still clutching Ian tightly, Lloyd dove aside. Leo did too, but unfortunately, Lloyd was quicker. He swiftly picked up the gun dropped by the fallen man and pointed it into the darkness. “Who’s there? Who are you?!” Ian struggled to escape from Lloyd’s grip. Lloyd then pulled Ian close, using him as a human shield. “Whoever you are, come out! Or else,…
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Ian’s memory of his mother was small and fragile. She’d always left with fearful, melancholic eyes. “I’ll be back, sweetheart. Don’t be too afraid. Everything will be alright soon.” Had all those charity activities really been her doing? Ian thought that church had taken more of his mother’s life than he had. But only six or seven people from the church attended her funeral. They looked at him with the same unfamiliarity he felt towards them. Perhaps his mother was also a stranger to…
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“Here we are.” The charred remains of Winchell House had already turned into something resembling a haunted house. Even under the bright spring sky, a gloomy mist seemed to linger solely around it. The front gate was tightly shut, with a sign reading hanging by a chain. Leo remarked, “It must have been quite a place. Before the fire, I mean.” “Well, my stepfather was rich.” To a ten-year-old, Winchell House had looked like a castle out of a fairy tale. The new dad who welcomed him…
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“Oh… Oh my god… And you, Senior…” Walter Stone covered his mouth with a fist as those words slipped out. Director Oakley didn’t voice anything, but his expression was almost identical. Revenant continued, speaking with a cold detachment, not meeting any of their gazes. “When I went back, Ian was holding a gun. Luckily, he didn’t know how to release the safety.” “And, then… what happened then?” “I shot him.” A single shot to the forehead. Then three to the chest.…
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“Could it be… that I meant love?” The Revenant muttered softly, and the CIA agent’s eyes widened in surprise. “…What? What did you say, sir?” “You just asked, didn’t you? Why I did it.” “Yes, I did. Why did you… commit all those unauthorized murders?” That was the question. The Revenant took a moment to consider his answer seriously. The reason he carried out unauthorized killings alone—sympathy, kindness, guilt. He had always denied these excuses, but now the…
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The person who had been consumed by depression and schizophrenia wasn’t his mother. It was Ian. The person who had witnessed his stepfather’s death was also Ian. And it was Ian who almost got charged with first-degree murder as the primary suspect in his stepfather’s killing. When his treatment at Rosehillman began, Ian faced another crisis—one that required him to reveal his secrets to others. Dr. Hillen, though different from the police, was relentless in trying to make Ian confront his…
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When did it start? Ian first sensed something was wrong in his life when his mother occasionally left the house for her charitable activities. She’d tell him she’d be gone for two days but then return the next day. When he greeted her excitedly, asking why she was back early, she replied, “My son, are you feeling sick?” The problem wasn’t with her schedule—it was with Ian’s concept of time. A whole day had vanished while his mother was gone. Ian was deeply unsettled but kept quiet,…
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The sunlight, as lukewarm as human warmth, gently touched Ian’s closed eyelids. The morning light was like a spring breeze. It was a place that felt cut off from the world, peaceful. Ian opened his eyes, surrounded by a familiar sense of calm. Everything was still the same here. A peace that felt like a lie. Silence without truth. Fake happiness wrapped in medication. A world of numbness and painlessness, where it felt like his mind was vacuum-sealed away. Rosehillman Psychiatric Hospital. A…
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