chapter 89

The physician POv

Rage roared within me as I donned the mask of John, a guise woven from necessity to shield me from the very hands that should have been my refuge, those of my own flesh and blood, Kaine.

As I fastened the mask in place, I felt the weight of betrayal settle heavily upon my shoulders. How could it have come to this? My own brother, Kaine, who once shared secrets and dreams under the same moonlight, had now become a threat. His eyes, once filled with warmth, now held a glint of malice that cut deeper than any blade.

I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white as anger surged through every fiber of my being. The memories of our laughter, the bond we thought unbreakable, now seemed like fragile illusions shattered by a harsh reality. The pain of his betrayal was a searing fire, scorching my heart with a mix of disbelief and anguish.

As I played the part of John, I couldn't help but wonder if Kaine ever felt the same turmoil that churned within me. Did he struggle with