As the days passed, Rayyan and Dee grew closer, their bond strengthening with each passing moment. Dee couldn't help but notice the way Rayyan's eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, or the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck. She felt a flutter in her chest whenever he was near, and she couldn't deny the feelings that were developing between them.
One afternoon, Rayyan was working in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner. Dee walked in, her eyes drawn to the way his muscles flexed as he worked. "Need some help?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
Rayyan looked up, a smile spreading across his face. "Actually, yeah. Can you chop these tomatoes for me?"
Dee nodded, moving to stand beside him. As they worked together, their hands touched, sending a spark of electricity through Dee's body. She felt Rayyan's eyes on her, and she looked up to meet his gaze. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.
As they continued to cook, Dee couldn't help but steal glances at Rayyan. She loved the way he moved with ease, his hands confident as he seasoned the food. "You're a great cook," she said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Rayyan chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thanks. I like cooking."
As they sat down to eat, Dee brought up the topic of powers again. "So, Rayyan, can you tell me more about your powers?" she asked, her eyes locked on his.
But Rayyan's expression changed, his eyes clouding over. "Not now, Dee. Let's just enjoy dinner," he said, his tone dismissive.
Dee felt a pang of frustration. She had noticed that whenever she brought up the topic of powers, Rayyan seemed to shut down. "Rayyan, what's going on?" she asked, her voice soft. "You always avoid talking about your powers. What's wrong?"
Rayyan's eyes met hers, and for a moment, Dee thought she saw a flash of pain. But then his expression smoothed out, and he smiled. "Nothing's wrong, Dee. I just don't like talking about it, okay?"
Dee nodded, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Rayyan was hiding something from her. She decided to let it go for now, but she knew she would bring it up again soon.
As they finished dinner, Rayyan reached out and took Dee's hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. "Thanks for helping me cook," he said, his eyes warm.
Dee felt a flutter in her chest as she looked at their joined hands. She knew she was falling for Rayyan to much . She's becoming obsessed , and she couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same way.
Rayyan's phone rang, breaking the silence. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening as he saw the name on the display. "Excuse me," he said abruptly, standing up and walking outside to take the call.
Dee's curiosity was piqued. She wondered who was on the phone and what they were discussing. She got up and tried to sneak closer to the window to listen, but Rayyan caught sight of her and immediately stopped talking. Dee quickly pretended to dust the furniture, trying to act nonchalant. Rayyan's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched her, but he didn't say anything. He turned and walked further away, disappearing from view.
Half an hour passed, and Rayyan returned, his expression unreadable. "I have to be somewhere," he said, grabbing his keys and heading for the door. Dee's heart sank as she realized he was leaving. "Where are you going?" she asked, trying to keep up with him as he walked out the door. "When will you be back?" Rayyan didn't answer, simply shaking his head and walking out into the night.
Dee watched him go, feeling frustrated and worried. Without hesitation, she decided to follow him. She quickly grabbed her car keys and tailed him from a distance, careful not to be seen. Rayyan drove to a deserted area on the outskirts of town, the roads becoming increasingly isolated as they drove further away from the city.
As Rayyan's car disappeared into the darkness, Dee followed, her heart pounding in her chest. What was Rayyan doing out here? And who was he meeting? She was determined to find out, her curiosity and concern growing with every passing moment.
Dee's heart pounded as she followed Rayyan's car to a deserted area. The streets were dimly lit, with only a few flickering streetlights. She parked her car and snuck closer, trying not to be seen.
As she approached, she saw Rayyan's car parked next to another vehicle. And then she saw Ayat, standing next to Rayyan. Dee's eyes widened in shock. She had forgotten about Ayat, and she had been trying to call her for days.
Dee watched as Ayat and Rayyan talked, but she couldn't hear what they were saying. They seemed to be arguing. After a few minutes, they got into the car and drove to an abandoned building.
The building was old and creepy, with shattered windows and doors that hung crookedly on their hinges. Dee followed them, her heart racing with fear.
As she peered into the building, she saw a figure tied to a chair. Rayyan approached the figure and untied them. Dee thought he was freeing the person, but instead, Rayyan punched him , and he slumped forward, unconscious.
Dee's eyes widened in horror. What was Rayyan involved in? And what did Ayat have to do with it? She turned and ran, her heart pounding with fear.
As Dee stare at him.
Suddenly, Rayyan froze. His body stiffened like stone—he couldn't move. Out of the shadows, a man stepped forward, face half-hidden in the dark.
"You people never learn," the man growled, his voice cold. "We were living quietly, harming no one. But still—you hunt us."
Without warning, he slammed his fist into Rayyan's face. Once. Twice. Again. The sound of the punches echoed like thunder. Rayyan couldn't block, couldn't move—completely helpless.
Dee wanted to run to him. She tried. But her body wouldn't budge. It was like invisible chains held her down. Fear crawled up her spine. What's happening to me?
Ayat rushed in, screaming, trying to help—but the man flung her aside like a ragdoll. She hit the wall hard, blood dripping from her forehead.
Rayyan's blood stained the ground. Dee's heart raced. The man wasn't just strong—he had powers. Powers that could paralyze.
How? Dee thought. What kind of monster can stop us like this?
She didn't know the answer.
But she knew one thing—this wasn't just a fight.
This was a warning.
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Dee couldn't just stand there. Even if her body was trembling, even if fear clawed at her chest—she had to move. But just as she took a step toward Rayyan, someone grabbed her arm from behind.
She gasped, heart jumping. A woman stood there, cloaked in shadows, her grip firm.
She is tall and lean, with pale skin and storm-gray eyes that shimmered like metal. A faint scar traced her jaw, and messy strands of dark brown hair slipped from her hood.
"Wait here," the woman said, voice calm and cold. "I'll help them."
Dee blinked. "Who are you?"
"Your ally," she replied. "Not your friends. I'm helping them… because you know them."
Before Dee could speak again, the woman darted forward—fast, silent like a ghost.
She pulled up her hood, hiding her face. But Dee saw it. Just for a second. Pale skin. Sharp eyes. Something familiar... but distant, like a fading dream.
The woman moved with deadly precision. She faced the man who had crushed Rayyan and thrown Ayat. In seconds, she struck. A spin. A kick. Her punches were like lightning. The man barely fought back—she was faster, smarter.
He roared, trying to strike her, but she dodged every blow like smoke. Her final hit cracked through the air—and he collapsed, unconscious.
Five minutes. That's all it took.
The woman turned, walking back toward Dee. Her hood back up, her face now hidden again.
"Come with me," she said, quiet and serious. "We need to talk. Somewhere safe."
Dee's eyes darted to Rayyan and Ayat, still on the ground, bloodied and groaning.
"I can't leave them," she said, stepping back. "They're hurt—please, I have to help them!"
But the woman was already pulling her away. Stronger than she looked.
"Let me go!" Dee shouted, struggling. "Leave me!"
They turned a corner, far from the broken street. The woman finally stopped. And let her go.
Dee stumbled back, breathing hard. "Who are you?" she demanded.
The woman lowered her hood again.
"I'm Staphne. You can call me Stape."
Dee stared. The name sparked something—but it didn't fully light up.
"How do you know me?"
"You saved my life once," Stape said softly. "You know me."
Dee's mind whirled. Saved her? When?
She closed her eyes, searching through fragments of memory. Faces. Voices. Pain. Fire. A scream. A hand reaching out.
She clutched her head, trying to remember—but nothing clear came. Only shadows and a deep, aching familiarity.
"I... I don't remember," she whispered.
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Graveyard Edge — After Midnight
The night was thick with silence. A cold breeze stirred the dead leaves around their feet, and the moon hung low, like it was watching them.
Stape stood still, arms crossed, but Dee saw how tightly her fingers clenched her sleeves. Her voice broke the quiet like cracked glass.
"When everyone left me… I had no one. No friends. No family. Just a cold apartment and silence that screamed." Her throat moved as she swallowed. "Then, one night, some boys followed me. I thought it was nothing—they were just loud, stupid. But they weren't."
Her voice dropped, barely above a whisper. "They beat me. Ganged up on me. Tried to rip everything away from me. I fought—I knew how to throw a few punches. But once I hit one of them, they lost it. Grabbed bats. Started hitting. Again. And again. I thought I was going to die in that alley."
Dee's heart clenched, her breath frozen in her lungs.
"I blacked out. When I woke up… I wasn't in a hospital. I was in a lab. Cold. Bright. My body felt wrong—like something inside me didn't belong."
She looked at Dee now, face pale and carved from memory.
"There was a man beside me. He said, 'I'm King. Don't get the wrong idea—I saved you because the person I care about most begged me to.'"
Dee's eyes widened, a flash of memory bursting like lightning in her mind—
A phone call.
Screams in the background.
Her voice, shaking, crying: "Please, King. Help her."
Her breath caught. "So… you were that girl?"
Stape nodded. "He told me what they did—that I'd been dying. That without the serum, I'd never wake up again. The head trauma alone could've put me in a coma forever. He saved me. Gave me a second chance." She gave a bitter smile. "I stayed. I owed him that much."
Dee blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of everything. "But… wait. Rayyan told me King was a monster. That he hurt people."
Stape's expression changed instantly—sharp and cold. "No. That's what they want people to believe. But King isn't a monster. He helps people. Quietly. In the shadows. Without credit. He saved me. He saved you. He saved others too—but they betrayed him. They used him. And when he stopped playing their puppet, they turned on him. Called him dangerous. Called him evil."
Dee stumbled back a step as a horrible ache bloomed in her chest. Rayyan's voice. His warnings. All the words that made her fear King. They'd felt so real. So convincing.
Lies.
She whispered, "Rayyan lied to me…"
Her heart twisted in her chest like it was being crushed in someone's fist. Shame flooded her. "I believed him… I thought King was cruel. I stayed away. I—I hated him for nothing…"
"King always cared about you," Stape said softly. "You're like his daughter. You're the only one left for him in this world, Dee. The only one he ever protected without wanting anything in return."
Tears welled in Dee's eyes. "Where is he? Where's King?"
Stape's gaze fell to the ground.
"He's gone. They hunted him down like an animal. He ran. Disappeared. I've looked for him everywhere, but it's like he vanished. And when I found out you were here… I came as fast as I could. To protect you. To keep you from making the same mistake I did."
"Dee go back" stape says .
Dee stepped closer, jaw tight. "I'm not leaving. I'm staying. I have to find him. Help him. And if someone did this to him—I'll make them pay."
"No, Dee." Stape's voice cracked. "You don't understand. This place, these people—they're worse than you think. You're in danger. Go back while you still can."
Dee shook her head, eyes burning. "It's my life. He saved it. Now I'm going to save him."
Stape stepped forward, pleading now. "Please, Dee. Don't do this. You don't know what you're stepping into."
"I don't care," Dee said. "I can't turn my back on him. Not again."
Stape stood frozen, as if torn between pulling her away or letting her fall.
Finally, she whispered, "I'll be watching. I promise. Just… don't get yourself killed."
She turned and began walking into the dark.
"Wait! Where are you going?" Dee called after her.
"I have to go now," Stape shouted over her shoulder.
"But I have so many questions!" Dee yelled, her voice breaking.
Stape didn't stop.
Dee stood there in the cold, remembering Rayyan's voice telling her King hurt people.
And now she knew. It had all been a lie.
Dee went back to find Rayyan cause he's hurt she will question him by herself.
The building was silent. Lights off. Doors open like mouths gasping in the dark.
Dee moved through the corridors like a ghost, searching. Rayyan wasn't there. Neither was Ayat. The place had been cleared out. Abandoned.
Something was wrong.
She turned and ran, heart pounding, driving through the night. The city passed by in flashes of streetlights and fogged windows.
Inside her head, a thousand thoughts screamed.
Why did Rayyan lie? What were he and Ayat hiding? What were they doing in that lab?
Her hands clenched the steering wheel. Her chest felt like it was breaking in two.
And one thought rang louder than the rest:
"I'll find the truth. I'll find King. And I'll never let anyone twist it again."