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The antiseptic drone of the hospital room clashed violently with the lingering echoes of gunshots and cold rain. Kai lay propped against stark white sheets, a crowd of Revenant Syndicate members a tense, protective orbit around his bed. His chest was a landscape of bandages, his vision swimming into focus. Silas stood like a statue by the window, Darius's watchful gaze never leaving him. A weak, breathy scoff escaped Kai's lips. *...Takes more than that to kill me.* A murmur of relieved laughter softened the room's sharp edges. But then, his drifting gaze found the doorway. A white coat. A face from a past he'd deliberately buried. The air in the room seemed to solidify, turning brittle. *...you?* he whispered, his voice ragged with a disbelief that felt like a fresh wound.