Chapter 33

We walked further, the sound of the children's laughter fading behind us. After a few moments, we entered a quieter, more clinical part of the building. The vibrant energy of the kindergarten gave way to the sterile formality of a research

environment.

presence

We stopped in front of a large set of glass doors. Through them, I saw a conference room. Inside, older scientists sat around a long table, heads bent over papers and screens. But what caught my eye wasn't them-it was the young man sitting at the head of the table, his commanding the room despite his youth.

He wore a sharp suit, his dark hair neatly combed, but his face was serious and cold, almost detached. His eyes were fixed on

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the documents in front of him, barely

acknowledging the conversation

happening around him. There was something about him-something distant, authoritative, and... unreachable.

"That's Dr. Carlos," Vesta whispered beside me, her voice barely audible. "He's the

head of this organization. Brilliant researcher, M.D., but... not

exactly the

warmest person you'll meet."

I watched him for a moment,

I

fascinated by

how the older scientists seemed to defer to him, despite the age gap. There was an air

of quiet authority around him, one that

didn't need to be spoken to be understood.

"He's... young," I said, my voice low, not

wanting to interrupt the scene unfolding behind the glass. Vesta nodded. "He is. But he's responsible

for everything you've seen today-the

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saved so many lives. He's dedicated his life

it with an almost inhuman detachment. There was something i intriguing about him, something I couldn't quite place. His -coldness, his distance-it made me curious. What kind of man carried such

followed her as we left the

thoughts lingered on

something about

something I couldn't

shook

the present. Vesta led me

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and programs within

the kindergarten, the life this organization had breathed into families who had no

herself to

bigger than

us.

us.

yet, there was a heaviness

the air, especially around Carlos.

turned back toward the hallway, the distant sound of footsteps echoed again, and

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might change mine, too. A sense

uncertainty.

this place, with all its

held the answers I

even know

was searching for.

rebuild what I had lost and find

to

piece by piece.

stood in the

haunted

cold, indifferent expression was etched

stark contrast to

and the vibrancy of the

face was pale,

had drained

leaving behind sharp, rigid lines.

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