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The night seemed to pass on like a regular evening for the patrolling teams around the Medici Mansion. Guards were casually chatting with each other or keeping an eye on any signs of intruders. To them, nothing seemed to be happening out of the ordinary and they believed that they would live to see the morning sun the following day, unaware of the fire of vengeance making his way to the mansion. Suddenly, one of the guard towers raised the alarm after their heat scope detected a spike in temperature heading towards the building. Men with guns all came totting in with bravado, ready to take on this unknown intruder.

From the topmost room, Adriano Medici heard the alarm being sounded and hummed casually. "Oh? Looks like we have a visitor," he said, his deep baritone followed by a dark chuckle as he turned to look at his daughter Arlia, now a shell of her former self. The woman, naked, injured, and covered in blood, was tied down in a spreadeagle position on the bed with cold steel chain, tears all but drenching her cheeks and eyes and her mouth gagged with blood-stained cloth. "It would still be a while before I get busy, so let's have ourselves one last round, shall we?" Adriano, clad only in black formal pants, sat down on the bed and lustfully looked at his own flesh and blood, his hand tracing her voluptuous body and touching her in places where a sane and truly caring father wouldn't even think of getting close to. Even though he had just satisfied himself not too long ago, looking at Arlia's miserable state was already turning him on. All she could do was cry and whimper, silently begging for anyone to help her.

Four months have passed since Arlia and Nigel's first 'date', during which the two remained in contact while their enemies, Hayley, Isaac, and Sean, continued to train and push themselves further, exploring more about their powers, and memories in Isaac's case. Regardless of what happened, it seemed that the fates of these particular individuals were becoming more and more intertwined as time passed. Alliances prospered and friendships were forged, acquaintances became friends and then moved into something more. Perhaps fate itself had a hand in this intertwining destiny as even love began to blossom amongst some of these people. However, for one loving couple, their story was about to take a darker turn.

Arlia and Nigel had been meeting more and more often since their first secret rendezvous and the romance between them rapidly grew and bloomed like a flower in Spring, but between trying to lay low from Crey's surveillance and evading the Medici's immense sphere of influence and network within the entire city, it was only a matter of time until the cat was out of the bag. One day, a package came address to the Howeland residence. It was a small innocuous box with a thumb drive inside of it, protected with bubble wraps, and a card stating that this package was addressed to one Nigel Howeland. There appeared to be no foul play with regards to the box or its content and it seemed rather harmless, if not strangely unusual.

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