"It's you... you came back from the vault!"
Christ screams the accusation into the open air, his voice cracking from a mix of absolute panic and unadulterated madness. He collapses backward into the ash-stained concrete, his fingers clawing uselessly at the scorched ground as enforcement sirens wail closer.
Gerald stands entirely motionless amidst the fading embers of the wreckage, his gaze locked onto the ruined figure sprawled before him. He does not offer a triumphant laugh, nor does he draw a weapon to finish the execution right then and there. Instead, he lets the suffocating weight of silence hang heavily between them, letting the terrifying gravity of the revelation fully settle over his broken stepbrother. The cold wind sweeping across the rooftop whips through Gerald's torn j
