Kevin's eyelids trembled violently before finally opening. The first thing he felt was a stinging throb throughout his face, which was now decorated with purple bruises and dried lacerations. The sharp scent of antiseptic pierced his nose, making him realize he was no longer in the darkness of the streets.
"Kevin, you're finally awake. You were found lying in a deserted alley," Kelly said, sitting at his bedside. Her face was deathly pale, and her eyes mirrored a profound concern as she watched her brother regain consciousness in such a wretched state.
Kelly leaned forward, her voice low yet urgent. "Can you tell me what actually happened?" she asked, her curiosity finally overflowing.
At the question, the memory of that cursed night slammed into Kevin's mind like a sledgehammer. Images of Celine's terrified face and the crushing grip of Leo's men swirled through his thoughts.
