The flow of time had stopped.
Alex could feel it.
This wasn't a minor distortion or a brief interruption. The entire room had fallen into an unnatural stillness.
Dust floating through the faint moonlight had frozen in midair. The curtains beside the window had stopped moving. Even the soft sound of the wind outside had vanished.
Everything was silent.
Completely silent.
Alex's eyes slowly drifted back toward the silver-haired girl standing inside Room 777.
Her back was turned toward him.
He couldn't see her face.
But he didn't need to.
He knew that silver hair.
He knew that presence.
It was the same girl he had raised since childhood—the same girl he had protected, fed, taught, and cared for in his own world.
Lily Dragonheart.
His little sister.
At least...
She was supposed to be.
Alex had no idea what had happened in this world for her to become like this.
Then another detail caught his attention.
She still looked like she was older.
