Luri let out a deep sigh as the final level of the mysterious Tower Ga collapsed into pixels, signaling her victory.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a mont. Normally, winning a ga would give her a sense of satisfaction, but this ti... sothing felt off.
She didn’t feel excited.
She felt uneasy.
Her sharp eyes scanned the ending screen, taking in every tiny detail. There was no flashy celebration, no credits rolling—just a blank black screen with a single line of text:
"You have reached the summit. The truth awaits those who can see beyond the code."
Luri frowned. "The hell is that supposed to an?"
She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms as she stared at the screen.
For an ordinary player, the ga might’ve seed like just a difficult tower-climbing challenge—100 floors of puzzles, enemies, and obstacles. But as a hacker, Luri saw patterns where others wouldn’t.
She grabbed a pen and a fresh notebook before restarting the ga.
This ti, she wouldn’t just play.
She would analyze every single detail.
Luri worked through each floor systematically, jotting down numbers, symbols, and patterns.
At Floor 10, she froze.
Her eyes widened as she stared at the screen. The way the symbols were arranged... the seemingly random strings of numbers and letters...
They ford an entire mathematical formula.
"What the hell..." Luri muttered, quickly writing it down.
She had no idea what it ant, but her gut told her it was important.
And she knew exactly who to ask.
"Lucas might know sothing about this," she mumbled.
Lucas was one of the smartest people she knew when it ca to biochemical research and experintal formulas. If this equation was related to sothing important—like the secret research tied to the Shaw family’s experints—then Lucas would figure it out.
Luri reached for her phone and called Isaac.
Across the city, in a dimly lit apartnt, Isaac was busy hacking into the Shaw family’s private accounts.
He had spent the last several hours digging through 20 years of financial records, searching for proof of illegal activity, hidden transactions, and confidential experints.
His fingers moved rapidly over the keyboard as lines of code flashed on the screen.
Just as he was about to crack into a restricted database, his phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID.
Luri.
Isaac sighed and answered. "If you’re calling to brag about winning another ga, I swear—"
Luri cut him off. "Shut up and listen, nerd. I found sothing huge."
Isaac rolled his eyes. "Of course, because gaming all day is so productive."
Luri smirked. "Oh, you an how a ga just handed a classified formula while you’re still punching numbers like a caveman?"
Isaac stopped typing. "...What did you just say?"
"I said," Luri dragged out the words, mocking him, "that while you were playing detective, I was playing a ga that handed a whole-ass formula."
Isaac pinched the bridge of his nose. "You expect to believe that a ga—"
"A ga designed for hackers," Luri corrected, "contained hidden data. I cracked it. Now, do you want to keep whining, or do you want to send it?"
Isaac exhaled sharply. "Fine. Send it over."
"Ah, so now the genius hacker is asking for help?" Luri teased.
Isaac groaned. "Luri, I swear to God—"
"Save the whining for later, old man. I’m sending it now."
Isaac rubbed his temples as he received the file. "If this turns out to be another one of your dumb pranks—"
"Yeah, yeah, shut up and check it already," Luri interrupted.
Isaac clicked the file open.
As soon as he saw the formula, his expression darkened.
"Luri," his voice turned serious, "do you have any idea what this is?"
Luri leaned back in her chair. "Nope. But judging by your tone, it’s important."
Isaac’s eyes scanned the numbers and symbols, his mind quickly processing what he was looking at.
"This... isn’t just so random equation. It’s a biological sequencing formula," he said. "And if I’m reading this right—"
"Then what?" Luri asked, suddenly intrigued.
Isaac stared at the screen, his fingers tightening around his mouse.
"This formula... might be connected to the research done on Adrian when he was a kid."
Luri’s smug expression disappeared.
"What?"
Isaac started typing again, running the numbers through a decryption program.
"If this is part of the Shaw family’s experint... then we might have just found a way to reverse what they did to him."
For a mont, silence filled the call.
Then Luri exhaled. "...So what you’re telling is that a stupid ga just saved our asses?"
Isaac groaned. "Don’t rub it in."
"Oh, I will," Luri grinned. "I’m going to rub it in for life."
Isaac shook his head. "I’m sending this to Lucas. He’ll know more."
Luri cracked her knuckles. "Good. Because if this formula is connected to Adrian’s past, then we need to move fast."
Isaac’s voice turned grim. "Yeah. Because if we figured it out... then the Shaw family might already know, too."
Ethan drifted in a place that felt neither alive nor dead.
Darkness stretched endlessly in every direction, swallowing ti and space. There was no sound, no movent—only the heavy weight of sothing pulling him down, dragging him deeper into the void.
He wanted to move.
He wanted to breathe.
But he couldn’t.
His body was numb, his limbs like lead, as if his entire existence had been shackled.
Was he... dying?
The thought sent a shiver through him, but even that feeling faded too quickly.
A creeping fog rolled through his mind, curling around his mories, whispering...
Forget.
Ethan’s breath hitched. Forget? Forget what?
A sudden pressure coiled around his chest, and his heart began to pound. He tried to open his eyes, but the weight of the void held them shut. He fought against it, straining every muscle, but the darkness was relentless.
The whispers returned, soft and persuasive.
Let go. You don’t need to rember.
Forget.
No.
He couldn’t forget.
But the darkness pressed deeper, seeping into his bones, into his mind.
And then... he did forget.
His mind began to erase itself, piece by piece.
His ho disappeared first.
The warm light of the sun pouring through the tall glass windows. The scent of fresh flowers in the morning breeze. The sound of soft laughter echoing through the halls.
Gone.
His family faded next.
A tall, proud man with gray-streaked hair—his father. A kind woman with gentle hands—his mother. A strong, protective figure—his elder brother.
Their faces blurred, slipping away into the abyss.
Then, his heart clenched painfully as another mory unraveled.
A silver-eyed man with a soft voice and a broken heart.
Who was he?
Ethan’s breath ca in shallow gasps, his mind fighting to hold on. But the whispers in the dark were rciless.
Forget. It’s easier that way.
His beloved disappeared next.
The one who always smiled at him, even when the world was cruel. The one who always reached for his hand, even when his own hands were trembling.
His husband.
His Adrian.
No.
Ethan’s chest burned.
The darkness was trying to take sothing precious, sothing irreplaceable.
A small laugh echoed in his head.
Soft, innocent giggles.
And then—two tiny hands gripping his fingers.
A baby’s sleepy sigh against his chest.
His children.
His twins.
No.
He couldn’t forget them.
If he was gone—if he let himself disappear—would they even rember him?
Would Adrian wake up one day and realize that the man who had promised to stay by his side was just a ghost?
Would his children grow up without him, never knowing the warmth of their father’s embrace?
No.
NO.
Ethan refused.
His mind snapped against the darkness, and a surge of strength rushed through him.
"ADRIAN!"
The void shook.
A wave of pain slamd into Ethan’s body.
It felt like he was drowning, like he was being pulled up from deep underwater. His lungs burned, his heart pounded. His muscles scread as he tried to move—tried to break free from the invisible chains keeping him prisoner.
He forced his fingers to twitch.
Then his hands.
His arms felt like they weighed a thousand tons, but he kept pushing.
Move.
Move!
His body convulsed, a sharp gasp escaping his lips.
He could hear sothing.
Soone was crying.
A voice—shaky and desperate—called out his na.
"Ethan... please..."
Adrian.
That was Adrian’s voice.
Ethan’s eyelids fluttered, his breath shallow and unsteady. He felt warmth—sothing soft and trembling against his chest.
It took every ounce of strength left in his body, but he finally forced his eyes open.
Blurry light blinded him for a second. His vision swam with unfamiliar shapes. The world felt too bright, too loud—but then...
He saw him.
Adrian.
Tears stread down his pale face, his silver eyes red and swollen. He was clutching onto Ethan’s hand as if letting go would an losing him forever.
Ethan tried to move, but his body was too weak.
He tried to speak, but his throat was dry.
Still, he forced out the only words that mattered.
"...I love you."
Adrian choked on a sob and threw his arms around him.
The warmth of his embrace was everything.
Adrian’s shoulders trembled as he held Ethan close.
The room was silent, except for the sound of his quiet sobs.
Lucas, Isaac, Luri, Augustin, and Leclair all stood nearby, their faces wet with tears. They had fought so hard to bring Ethan back. To save him.
And now... he was here.
"I thought I lost you," Adrian whispered against Ethan’s neck.
Ethan’s fingers weakly curled around Adrian’s sleeve.
"...I’m here," he murmured.
Adrian pulled back, brushing Ethan’s damp hair away from his forehead. He placed a gentle kiss there, his lips lingering.
Isaac exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. "Damn it, Ethan. You scared the hell out of us."
Lucas crossed his arms, but his voice was tight. "You’re a reckless bastard, you know that?"
Luri sniffed. "I can’t believe I actually cried. Disgusting."
Augustin smiled faintly, his usual cold expression softening. "Welco back, Ethan."
Leclair said nothing, but the sheer relief in his eyes spoke louder than words.
Ethan chuckled weakly, exhaustion pressing down on him.
But before he slipped into sleep, he tightened his grip on Adrian’s hand.
He would never forget him again.
And he would never let the darkness win.
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