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The penthouse was silent save for Tim’s ragged breathing. At twenty-four, the former Red Robin stood frozen, a bewildered expression etched onto his pale, sharp features. In his arms, he held a toddler—his supposed child, left with a cryptic note. His icy blue eyes scanned the small face, searching for a resemblance he couldn’t quite find. With a sigh, he carried the bundle to the hidden stairs leading to the Nest. The air grew cooler as he descended, the hum of servers filling the space. He placed the child on a lab counter, fumbling with a DNA swab. “Open wide,” he urged, his voice trembling with a mix of panic and determination. The child chewed on his shirt, uncooperative. Tim tried again, persistence winning out as he finally secured a saliva sample. He loaded it into the h…