Deep beneath the city, inside the abandoned underpass, weak fluorescent lights flickered against cracked concrete walls stained with rust and moisture.
Kevin stood at the center of the chamber.
His face was calm.Controlled.Emotionless.
In front of him, bound to a rusted steel chair with reinforced restraints, was a man soaked in sweat and blood.
Glenn.
His head hung low. His breathing was uneven. His hands trembled.
Around them stood several armed police officers—ordinary men, tense and uneasy, gripping their rifles tightly. None of them fully understood what kind of man Kevin truly was… only that Senator Julius had ordered them to obey him.
Kevin slowly walked in a circle around Glenn, his footsteps echoing softly.
"So," Kevin said quietly,"you're The Fool."
Glenn lifted his head slightly and gave a weak, crooked smile.
"…If that's what you want to call me."
Kevin stopped in front of him.
Then—
He punched him.
Straight to the stomach.
Glenn choked, coughing violently as blood dripped from his lips.
Kevin crouched down to meet his eyes.
"You don't match the reports," Kevin said coldly."The Fool is ruthless. Precise. Untouchable."
He leaned closer.
"You look… human."
Glenn laughed weakly.
"Funny… monsters usually look human too."
Kevin's eyes hardened.
Behind him, the police shifted uncomfortably. None of them spoke.
Near the wall stood Alfi and Loren.
Loren's face was pale. Her knees were shaking.
She could feel it.
Every удар.Every wave of pain.
Her hand clutched her arm as if the wound were hers.
Alfi noticed immediately.
He turned to Kevin.
"That's enough," Alfi said, trying to remain calm. "You already hurt him badly."
Kevin stood up slowly.
"You're in no position to tell me when to stop."
He turned back to Glenn.
"Let's make this simple."
Kevin raised his tarot card.
The Moon Arcana.
Dark energy shimmered faintly around him.
The air grew heavy.
Glenn's restraints tightened slightly, reacting to Kevin's power.
Loren suddenly gasped.
She collapsed to her knees.
Alfi rushed to her side.
"Loren!"
She cried out, clutching her chest, her body shaking in pain.
The police stepped back, frightened.
"What the hell is happening…?" one of them whispered.
Kevin didn't turn around.
His eyes never left Glenn.
"You feel that?" Kevin said quietly.
"Someone else is suffering for you."
Glenn's eyes widened.
"…You're using them…"
Kevin's voice was ice.
"Talk."
"Tell me what The Fool's ability is."
"Tell me where you've been killing."
"Tell me who helped you."
Glenn gritted his teeth, refusing to answer.
Kevin straightened.
"Then we continue."
Above them—
Faint footsteps echoed from the staircase.
Unnoticed.
Damon and Phoebe were drawing closer.
And inside the underpass…
Kevin was still convinced he had already caught his target.
The staircase leading into the underpass was dark, narrow, and slick with moisture.
Damon moved first.
Slow.
Silent.
Phoebe followed closely behind, her breath controlled, one hand gripping the crow mask inside her bag.
They stopped halfway down.
Below them—
voices.
Boots scraping concrete.
Metal shifting.
Radios crackling softly.
Phoebe carefully leaned forward, peering through the gaps between the broken railings.
Her eyes widened.
"…Damon," she whispered. "There are too many."
At least a dozen police officers were stationed across the lower floor—some guarding the entrances, others standing near the center of the underpass.
And in the middle of them all…
Kevin.
Damon's jaw tightened.
Then he saw two more figures near the wall.
A man and a woman.
Alfi.
Loren.
His eyes narrowed.
"…Arcana," Damon muttered under his breath.
Phoebe swallowed.
"So that's why you were being followed…"
Damon slowly pulled her back into the shadows.
"We don't go any further," he said quietly. "Not yet."
They slipped into a narrow maintenance corridor carved into the side of the underpass—half-collapsed, filled with old cables and rusted pipes. From there, they had a clear view of the chamber below through broken concrete slats.
Hidden.
Unseen.
Safe.
They crouched.
And listened.
Kevin's voice echoed clearly.
"…You're going to tell me everything."
Damon focused his gaze past the police line.
That's when he saw him.
A man bound to a metal chair.
Bruised.
Bleeding.
Barely conscious.
Damon frowned.
"That's… not me."
Phoebe blinked.
"They caught the wrong person?"
Damon studied the captive carefully.
His posture.
His eyes.
The way he endured pain.
Something about him felt… familiar.
"…Who is that?" Phoebe whispered.
Damon didn't answer immediately.
His mind was racing.
They think he's The Fool.
Kevin stood in front of the prisoner, holding the Moon Arcana card.
Then Loren collapsed.
Damon's eyes widened slightly.
He watched as Alfi rushed to her side.
Pain transfer.
"…Lovers Arcana," Damon murmured.
Phoebe looked at him sharply.
"You recognize their ability?"
"Yes."
His gaze never left the prisoner.
"And that man…" Damon continued slowly, "…he's not ordinary either."
Kevin spoke again.
"Tell me where you've been killing."
The prisoner remained silent.
Damon clenched his fist.
He's taking my place.
Phoebe leaned closer.
"What do we do?"
Damon exhaled slowly.
"We don't rush."
He watched Kevin.
Watched Alfi.
Watched Loren trembling on the ground.
And most of all—
He watched the man they believed was him.
"We learn everything first," Damon said coldly.
"Who he is. What he can do. Why he let himself get caught."
His eyes darkened.
"Then we decide how to move."
Above them, police radios buzzed.
Below them, pain continued.
And between both worlds…
The real Fool waited in silence.
The underpass was drowning in silence.
Only Loren's shallow breathing and the soft crackle of police radios filled the hollow space.
Then—
Glenn laughed.
At first, it was low.
Broken.
Almost like a cough.
But then it grew.
Louder.
Sharper.
Twisted.
A maniacal laugh exploded from his chest, echoing violently against the concrete walls, rolling through tunnels, climbing the staircases, shaking the rusted beams above.
The police froze.
Several of them raised their guns in panic.
"What the hell…?"
"Is he losing his mind?"
Even Alfi stiffened, his eyes widening.
Loren forgot her pain.
Kevin's head snapped up.
Glenn lifted his face slowly, blood dripping from his lips, eyes burning with something far more dangerous than fear.
His laughter finally faded into ragged breathing.
Then he whispered:
"…At last."
The room leaned into silence.
"I found you."
Kevin stepped forward sharply.
"What did you say?"
Glenn didn't look at Kevin.
He didn't look at the police.
His gaze drifted—slightly—to the shadows above the chamber.
To the broken concrete.
To the darkness where Damon was hiding.
Damon's blood ran cold.
Phoebe felt it too.
"…Damon," she whispered, barely breathing.
Glenn smiled.
Not at Kevin.
Not at Alfi.
But at the dark.
Inside Glenn's mind, something stirred.
He remembered dying.
He remembered blood flooding his lungs.
He remembered that scent.
The Fool's blood.
Sharp.
Cold.
Metallic.
Burned into his soul at the moment of his death.
It was a smell he would never forget.
And now…
It was here.
Nearby.
Breathing.
Watching.
Glenn said nothing more.
He simply chuckled again, softly this time.
Kevin's patience snapped.
He grabbed Glenn by the collar and slammed him back into the chair.
"You think this is funny?" Kevin growled.
"You're playing games now?"
Glenn coughed, blood staining his teeth.
Still smiling.
Kevin's eyes burned with irritation.
"Talk."
"You were screaming a minute ago."
"Now you're pretending to be a prophet?"
He leaned closer.
"If you're trying to scare me, it won't work."
Glenn finally looked at him.
"…You already caught the wrong monster."
Kevin's jaw tightened.
His grip clenched.
"Enough."
The police stepped back as the air grew heavy again.
Kevin raised his Moon Arcana card.
"You're going to start answering properly."
Above them, hidden in the shadows—
Damon slowly covered his mouth with his hand.
Not in fear.
But in realization.
"…He can sense me."
Phoebe swallowed hard.
By blood.
The underpass no longer felt like a trap.
It felt like a ticking bomb.