"The number you are trying to reach is unavailable."
The mechanical voice echoed in the room. Flat. Emotionless.
Sophia stared at her phone screen as it dimmed again. Her hand still gripped it tightly.
"…Failed," she muttered under her breath.
Lily lowered her head. "Maybe the signal's bad… or—"
"—Or he really can't be reached," Sophia cut in, her voice soft but sharp. She wasn't angry—just… disappointed. At who? Even she didn't know.
Silence returned to the small living room. Only the lazy creak of an old fan filled the air.
Meanwhile, on the 100th floor of the Tower…
Nathan stood under the waterfall, his body halfway between human and monster, slowly shrinking back into his original form. Steam rose from his skin, mixing with the droplets splashing off his shoulders.
He said nothing.
The water flowed over his face, but his mind was far away.
"A father…"
