Kafziel rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze flicking between Jules and his brother. “I’m okay… I’m not crazy,” he repeated, trying to steady his voice.
Aniela, sitting nearby on the couch, furrowed her brows. He seems calm… but something’s off. I can feel it in his energy.
Jules leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a skeptical smirk playing on his lips. “You ever said you were Kaf, literally Kaf… right?”
“I… yes,” Kafziel admitted, his voice steady but tinged with frustration. “I didn’t lie. I’m Kaf. This… all of this, it’s real.”
His brother shook his head slowly, eyes narrowing in concern. “We just think you hit your head way too hard, that’s all. Maybe the game, the accident… you’re seeing hallucinations.”
Kafziel’s lips pressed into a thin line. Hallucinations? No… it’s not t
