Zurich – Selina's Private Study | Thunderstorm Night
The rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, each drop like a whisper from the past—restless, unresolved.
Facial Expression + ActionSelina sat at her carved rosewood desk, gently brushing her fingers over the surface of an old photo. The picture was cracked and worn, yet her gaze remained sharp—anchored in painful clarity.
She didn't cry. But the redness in her eyes betrayed a sleepless night.
Behind her, Damian entered quietly, placing a cup of warm tea beside her without saying a word.
Psychological InsightHe understood her silence. She was processing—not war, but what came after.
That third figure in the photo.Who was he?Why now?And what truth did he hold that could shake the very foundation of everything she rebuilt?
In this moment, Selina wasn't a global strategist or the youngest queen of shadows. She was simply a mother, a daughter, a survivor—trying to protect the fragile peace she bled for.
Vivid MetaphorHer heart was like the torn edge of that photo: weathered, sealed by time… but still vulnerable to rain that threatened to seep in and tear it further.
Scene Switch – London Black Market, Underground Level -10
Dim lights flickered over dusty walls.
A silver-haired young man sat at the head of a long table, slowly stroking a jade pendant in his hand.
His voice was soft but cut like ice."Tell Selina... that pendant doesn't belong to her father. It's mine."
He looked up.
His eyes—cold, sharp, devastatingly familiar.
"I've waited thirty-one years. It's time she knew… she wasn't the only heir."
Hook EndingBack in Zurich, Selina's phone buzzed.A new encrypted voice message played aloud:
"Codename: Eclipse. The bloodline has awakened.Are you ready to uncover the truth behind your family's legacy?"
She stood slowly, eyes narrowing as she gazed out into the night.
"Get the jet ready. Destination—London."