"Fuck no…" Kyan whispered, eyes darting left and right.
But Nico was gone.
Completely vanished—like the damn floor swallowed him whole.
No footsteps. No trace. No anything.
Just empty hallway and heavy silence.
Kyan stood there, heart hammering in his chest. His breath shaky.
Then—
"Hey, Softie…"
Ace's voice came from behind, a little breathless from running.
He caught up, eyes searching Kyan's face. "Are you okay?"
Kyan blinked fast, forcing his expression to harden.
"Yeah," he said quickly. "Yeah, I'm good. Just, uh… I forgot something. I was gonna… head to bed."
Ace tilted his head, not buying it entirely.
But Kyan forced a weak smile. "Don't look at me like that. I'm fine."
He turned away, walking back slowly.
His hands in his pockets. His thoughts in a mess.
His voice silent…
But inside?
Screaming.
Kyan lay flat on his back, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling like it had answers.
He turned to the side.
Then the other.
