Eight years ago, Ventropolis was nothing more than a run-down district. Unruly elements and motley crew filled the streets. There were no eyewitnesses or surveillance footage of the events from that time. However, Zach had never stopped searching for them for the past eight years. Sending Jadie abroad was not only because of her asthma but also to let her leave, allowing her to forget everything and start anew.

"Ah!" Jadie let out a piercing scream. When Zach entered the ward, he found Jadie holding her head and huddled in a corner, trembling and with a vacant expression.

"Z-Zach, where are you?" Jadie's voice quivered.

Zach crouched ahead of her and gently held her in his arms, saying, "It's okay."

Zach's voice provided warmth, stabilizing Jadie's emotions. Smelling the tobacco on his body, her grip around his waist tightened even more. "Z-Zach, I had a terrifying nightmare. I'm so scared. I dreamed that I was covered in blood. It was so painful. I tried to find you, but no matter