Chapter 130

• The metallic tang hit him first, sharp and nauseating, mingling with the stale urine stench of the place. Chaos erupted instantly—nearby passengers froze, then screams pierced the air, high and jagged, as a woman clutched her chest and backed away. Phones were whipped out; flashes popped like gunfire.
• Matthew burst in seconds later, his team fanning out to block the door. "Clear the area!" he barked, voice booming over the hysteria. A scrawny teenage boy in a hoodie lingered too close, phone raised, filming with a ghoulish grin. "Hey, kid, put that away!" Matthew roared, lunging toward him.
• Ryan dropped to his knees beside Daisy, ignoring it all. His fingers pressed gently to her neck, slick with blood, searching for a pulse. It fluttered—weak, thready, barely there, but real. Hope surged through him like adrenaline. He looked up, voice low and steel-steady despite the tremor in his hands. "Matthew, stop. She's alive. We need to get her to a hospital now."