In the silent hospital room, a chilling tension hung in the air.
Léon's heart had stopped beating.
The doctors had tried everything—chest compressions, electric shocks, oxygen. For two long hours, they fought…
But nothing.
Reluctantly, they declared him clinically dead.
A heavy silence fell over the room.
They called the high-ranking official involved in the accident.
Upon hearing the news, he was devastated, broken, inconsolable.
— "I've taken a life… even if by accident."
He decided to come and see the boy's body with his own eyes.
But just as he was stepping out of his car…
Something unimaginable happened.
Beneath the white sheet that covered the body…
Léon suddenly opened his eyes.
He gasped sharply, as if emerging from deep water.
Slowly, he pushed the sheet off, disoriented.
And then…
A four-winged angel stood in front of him, staring at him calmly, eyes glowing like gold.
Léon's eyes widened in fear.
He rubbed them quickly—
And when he opened them again…
The angel had vanished.
He looked at his hands… his chest… and his legs.
The foot that was once broken was completely healed.
No scars. No pain.
Then a wave of panic struck him.
He thought: "I'm in a hospital… They'll make me pay for all of this..."
Knowing he had no money at all…
Léon got up quietly, glanced at the door—
And looked for a way to escape without being noticed by the doctors.
Léon was about to quietly step through the hospital's main entrance, heart racing, eyes darting nervously.
He clutched the hospital gown around him, moving like a shadow through the corridors.
But just as he stepped outside—
Doplamine appeared, running out of breath.
— "Léon?!!" he shouted, eyes wide with disbelief.
He stopped in his tracks, stunned.
Léon took a step back, equally surprised.
— "Doplamine? What are you doing here?"
— "Me?! I've been looking for you for a week! I thought you were… dead."
He moved closer, eyes glossy with emotion.
— "Where have you been?! What were you doing all this time?"
Léon glanced quickly around them, staying alert.
— "I don't have time to explain right now… Listen carefully. We need to leave. Right now."
Doplamine frowned in confusion.
— "What? Why?!"
— "I'll explain, I swear. But not here. Come with me!"
They ran off together, Léon barefoot on the pavement, led by a strange, powerful energy.
Doplamine followed, still confused, but relieved beyond measure to see him alive.
Meanwhile, the high-ranking official arrived at the hospital, flanked by two guards.
He walked into Room 303, where Léon was supposed to be.
But to his shock…
The room was empty.
The bed unmade. No body. No trace.
— "Where is he?!" he shouted.
The doctor, pale, rushed in.
— "It's… it's not possible… He was dead…"
The official shot him a furious glare.
— "Are you joking?! You lost a corpse?!"
Panicking, the doctor turned to a nearby assistant.
— "Quick, call the IT guy! I want the surveillance footage—now!"
The IT technician sat frozen in front of the monitors, hands shaking.
He rewound the footage from Room 303's surveillance camera.
— "Okay… 2:45 AM… the body is still under the sheet…", he whispered.
He fast-forwarded a little.
— "Wait…"
He saw Léon slowly rise, as if waking from a deep slumber.
Then, he pushed off the sheet and stood up.
But behind him…
Something strange.
A blurry white figure.
With four wings.
A face with no eyes, but a presence impossible to ignore.
A glowing supernatural light radiated from it.
The technician leaned back, stunned.
— "My God… what is that?!"
Suddenly, the screen glitched. Red lines appeared.
— "No… no…"
BOOM!!
The monitor exploded, sending sparks flying across the room.
Panicked, the technician ran straight to the doctor's office.
— "Doctor!!! Something weird just happened! Léon… he wasn't just revived. He was brought back by… by something not human! It was supernatural!"
Just then, the high-ranking official burst in.
— "What now?! Where's the video?!"
— "It… it exploded, sir. The footage is gone!"
The official turned pale, then slammed the desk with rage.
— "I want him found. NOW."
He pulled out his phone and made a call.
— "Omega unit here. The boy is missing. Red alert. Activate the national search. Call the police, intelligence, and drones. I want Léon alive…
A few hours later, the news spread like wildfire.
Police checkpoints were set up in every major city.
Helicopters patrolled the skies.
Special forces were searching hospitals, train stations, buses.
Léon had become the most wanted person in the country.
Léon and Doplamine were running, out of breath, their footsteps echoing through the narrow, dark alleys of the lower city.
Night had fallen, but the flashing lights of police sirens cut across the buildings like lightning from the end of the world.
— "They're looking for me..." Léon panted, eyes fixed on the dark sky.
— "What?! What do you mean? Why is the police after you, Léon?!" Doplamine asked, stunned.
— "I'll explain... not here... not now."
A siren wailed in the distance. Then two. Then ten.
The noise grew deafening, as if the entire city had turned into a hungry beast.
— "This way!" Léon said, pointing toward an old drainage tunnel, hidden behind a collapsed alleyway.
They dove in.
Beneath the city, the silence was heavy.
Drops of water echoed on the stone floor—echoes from a world above that had turned against them.
— "I saw death, Doplamine… and I saw something else. Something not from this world."
Doplamine said nothing. He clenched his jaw, his eyes lost in the shadows, heart pounding in his chest.
Meanwhile: Jason, alone and broken
Two days without food. Two days without Léon.
Jason, legs weak, wandered aimlessly through the ruins of the old district.
— "Léon... where did you go?" he whispered.
He sat down, arms wrapped around his knees, his eyes empty.
Memories of his dead parents flooded his mind.
His father, laughing with him.
His mother, holding him close.
Then... the screams. The fire. The silence.
— "Why me... why did you leave me..."
His tears flowed freely. The emptiness in his chest was unbearable.
— "I can't take this anymore... I want to go back... back before all this! Before the war... before the deaths..."
Then suddenly, he looked up at the grey sky, his tear-streaked face full of anguish, fists clenched tight.
— "I WANT TO GO BACK TO THE PAST!!!"
A scream so powerful it seemed to split the heavens.
A scream that even the walls of reality couldn't ignore...
TO BE CONTINUED