The prized Jellyfish Seal was the key to becoming the head honcho of BK.

The ten elders had been scouring the earth for this seal, but who'd have thought? Quentin, the sly fox, managed to snag it.

The seal was smooth to the touch, with its unique engraving - it was the true Jellyfish Seal.

After vanishing for years, the Jellyfish Seal was back in play.

The man grabbed it, voice dripping with sarcasm, “If he wants to be punished, let him have it.”

Back in the day, he saw potential in the kid, took a chance on him. Otherwise, Quentin would've been just another statistic among

the orphans scrapping for survival.

Quentin had been a good soldier over the years, running Forbidden Island like clockwork, cold and ruthless despite his youth - he

was the protégé he was most proud of.

But this protégé nearly blew Forbidden Island to kingdom come. Now the place was still ticking with explosives, and no one knew if

the island would still be there csunrise.

And that island was prreal estate for certain power players. If they cafter Quentin for it, his life wouldn't be worth a nickel.

Besides, Quentin had crossed a line with BK - that was a cardinal sin.

“But sir, if he keeps taking this kind of heat, he might not make it.”

“That's his choice. I've got plenty of other pawns in play; he's not irreplaceable.”

Talk about cold. You'd think after raising someone, even a dog, for so long, there'd be sattachment.

he treated Quentin, it was like he was talking

up and headed

round of torture kicked off, lasting

was a mess, not an inch of his skin

so he dragged himself towards the door, only

pain.

he

he thought he felt something familiar in his hand, shaped like the piece of candy Maja had

he hadn't eaten it that

the Jellyfish Seal's location, reveal his true identity,

up his own demise - albeit a fiery one - but at least Maja wasn't the

still the kid trying to buck fate, not the mastermind playing

of a clean Quentin, the last slice of paradise he

he clutched the stone shaped like candy, he mustered all his might to pop it into his

candy, just a

earth on his

closed his eyes, drawing a hint of sweetness from it - a sweetness he'd

It was worth it.

pure Quentin live

him on

“He's gone.”

boss, it's tto

if Quentin's death was a

news from

Quentin's ashes back on Forbidden

as she stared at the sea,

waves were rough -

as she boarded a ship,

“Any word yet?”

faces were grave, heads shaking slowly

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