Chapter 95 Ethan Opens The Second Door

• Night had descended over the palazzo with an almost liquid weight, as if darkness itself had decided to cling to the walls and breathe alongside us. After my mother’s file, every shadow felt denser, every sound sharper. Silence could not exist in a place where I had just discovered that part of my identity was a programmed construct… and that there were more doors inside my head waiting to be opened.
• I walked toward the main hall, trying to maintain a stability that felt false. Dante was sitting in front of the central screen, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together, his head tilted forward. He had not turned on a single light. His body was a block of shadows, but his eyes… those eyes found me instantly, gleaming with something that was neither anger nor fear: it was anticipation. As if he knew something else was coming.
• And he was right.