The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 429: [ Volume 1] Chaper 428- Pass or fail.
And within seconds, he was shot. ๐๐ซ๐๐ฒ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ฏ๐๐น.๐๐จ๐บ
No warnings. No words. Just a sharp echo of a suppressed bullet, and a slumped body dragged away as if nothing had happened.
Rayโs breath caught. His palms slick with sweat. He ducked his head, trying to keep his expression neutral, his heart thudding against his ribs like it wanted to escape.
He turned, walking fast, not runningโnever runningโand slipped into a nearby bathroom.
Once inside, he locked the door, his back pressed to the cool tile as he forced himself to breathe. In. Out. Again.
He scanned the room. Thereโhanging on a hook in the corner, a wardenโs uniform. Still fresh. Still warm.
But he wasnโt alone.
One of the stalls was closed. Someone was inside.
Ray didnโt have time.
Silently, he crept forward. His fingers slid over the uniformโdark gray, almost sterile, with stiff edges and a nameplate that read Warden 39-B. Without hesitation, he peeled off his jacket and slid into the disguise.
Then, grabbing a nearby metal tray stacked with files and sealed containersโclearly meant to be delivered somewhereโhe straightened his back and stepped out.
The corridor outside felt colder.
Colder because now... he wasnโt just sneaking in.
He was walking among them.
One wrong breath. One sideways glance. And heโd end up like the man without an ID.
Dead before he could even blink.
But Ray didnโt slow.
He had one mission. One name pounding in his chest like a war drum.
Esme.
Ray walked steadily, tray in hand, every step calculated. The warden uniform itched against his skin, not in texture, but in tension. It felt like a costumeโlike a lie sewn together with thread made of panic. He kept his head down, copying the blank expressions and rigid postures of the other wardens heโd observed earlier.
Then he heard it.
"Hey, you."
Ray stiffened.
A guard was walking toward him, eyes narrowed, one hand resting near the holster on his belt.
Ray didnโt slow down. He didnโt speed up either. Just like he rehearsed. Just like he told himself.
The guard stepped into his path.
"Badge," he said sharply.
Ray held up the ID clipped to his chestโWarden 39-B. His hands didnโt tremble, but inside, his pulse was thundering. The badge belonged to the guy from the bathroom. If they had biometric checks...
The guard grabbed the card, scanning it with a sleek, black scanner on his wrist. It blinked.
Red.
Rayโs heart dropped.
The guard raised an eyebrow. "New transfer?"
Ray nodded once, keeping his voice low and clipped, matching the other wardens heโd overheard earlier. "Directive 17-A. Late briefing. They messed up the sync."
The guard looked at him for a moment too long. Silence stretched between them like a tightrope.
Then, the scanner blinked againโgreen.
The guard returned the badge with a grunt. "Better get your sync fixed before the next shift scan. Systemโs been glitchy lately. Not my fault if you vanish on the map."
Ray gave a stiff nod. "Understood."
The guard walked away.
Ray didnโt breathe until he turned the next corner.
Heโd passed.
Barely.
Ray moved through the corridors, keeping his pace purposeful. The deeper he went, the colder the air turnedโnot temperature-wise, but in atmosphere. Sterile walls. Blank stares. Conversations reduced to low murmurs between figures in white coats and tightly zipped uniforms.
He passed through two more security points, each one a nail in his nerves. But the warden ID held... for now.
Then he heard it.
A soft dingโelevator doors opening behind a thick, reinforced glass wall. A group of doctors walked out, speaking in hushed voices. One of them, a tall woman with a sleek bun and sharp glasses, held a tablet in her hand.
"Still no change. Heart beat spiked for twelve seconds at 04:37. Then silence again," she said, scrolling through charts. "The doc is considering full cryo-lockdown. Sheโs not waking up."
Ray froze, carefully angling himself so he could hear more without being noticed.
Another voice replied, "But the bloodโ"
"Useless," the woman cut in. "After the awakening, the blood degraded. Her cellular structureโs in flux. As if sheโs... rebuilding. Or hiding."
Rayโs fingers clenched around the tray. Sheโs alive... just not awake.
One of the men lowered his voice. "Doc wonโt like that. Miraโs already prepping the second phase. They want to replicate the blood using artificial cell splicing. But without her, itโs guesswork."
Rayโs heartbeat thundered in his ears.
Then he saw itโa small map on the wall. A layout. A directory of the facility floors. At the very bottom... Restricted Wing: Level -6. That had to be it.
Inside the thick glass chamber, Esmeโs body lay unnaturally still. No breath. No twitch. No sign of lifeโexcept that one impossible fact:
Every hour... her heart beat once.
But in that silence, in the void of her mind, something stirred.
Darkness. Endless.
Thenโ
A flicker.
A soft pulse of gold beneath her skin. Like an echo trapped within an ancient cavern. And Esme, the real Esme, floated within itโeyes wide open, suspended in a sea of memory, rage, and the haunting echo of the dragonโs voice.
"You gave me the reins."
"You said you wanted to protect them. That you were tired of being weak."
"Now sleep."
Her eyes twitched.
"Noโ" she tried to speak, but her voice was swallowed by the dark.
A flash of memoriesโRayโs hand brushing hers. Laughter echoing on a rainy day. Blood. Screams. Chains. The docโs twisted smile.
"They hurt us. Let me burn them." The dragonโs voice was deeper now, primal, vibrating through her bones.
Esme floated, her golden eyes shining dimly in the black. Her fingers twitchedโbut only in the mind.
"I am not gone," she whispered. "I am watching."
And the dragon paused.
One body. Two souls. A war in stillness.
.
.
On the other side, in the quiet of the mountainside estate, Kai stood silently by the tall window of the master bedroomโher bedroom. The soft evening breeze stirred the curtains, brushing against his skin, but he didnโt move.
