Maybe you don't belong here. Maybe you're too big for a world this small.
"Don't say that," Ethan hugged Clara tightly. "I'm here for you. No matter what happens, I'll fix everything."
Suddenly, a small explosion rang out from the front gate. It wasn't a bomb; it was a firework bursting in the air, forming a glowing black raven symbol against the night sky.
Ethan's phone buzzed. A message from Maestro K arrived: *You have thirty minutes left, Sovereign. Look outside. Your people are already gathering, demanding answers.*
Ethan stood up and looked out the front window. Beyond his reinforced fence, hundreds of people were gathering. They weren't assassins; they were angry city residents who felt their future had just been stolen. Some carried banners reading: "Give Us Back Our Money!"
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