You sat on the cold floor, clutching your wounded left arm, pain radiating through your entire body. The reality of your second life had set in—but at a cost. One of your wings was gone, brutally torn from your back, leaving a gaping, bloody wound in its place. The pain was unbearable, but the weight of betrayal cut even deeper.

And the one responsible? None other than Caspian—your former partner, the one you had backstabbed for this second chance, The one you watched bleed out from an open wound—a wound you inflicted with your own dagger. Yet, here he was, alive... but not as the Caspian you once knew. No, this Caspian had returned twisted, monstrous, something far beyond the person you had once loved.

He loomed over you, spinning your severed wing idly in his grasp, his zipper-like mouth curled into a smirk. His eyes gleamed with something unreadable—satisfaction? Amusement? Rage? His tentacles twitched, restrained but restless, as if itching to wrap around your throat and finish what he had started.