Vivienne looked pale as a ghost.

Clearly, it was time to fast-track the development of the new bomb detector. They could not afford another incident like this.

But Imogen’s face was a tapestry of tension, and Vivienne noticed.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

Imogen shook her head, troubled. “No, there should be thirty-one… Yesterday, he found one…”

She reached up, touching the headband nestled in her hair—a gift from her beloved, cherished more than gold. Just yesterday, he had whispered to her with undying affection, “Your hair is your crowning glory, love. With this, you’re even more radiant.”

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Three seconds remained.

Tears welled in her eyes as she dashed out of the Ellington Mansion.

Vivienne and Percival had no time to react before a deafening explosion shook the air.

When the smoke cleared, only a shattered necklace remained on the ground. It was the token Richard had given to Imogen, a symbol of her acceptance into the Ellington family.

The bomb’s force had vaporized Imogen instantly, like a plane plummeting from the sky, obliterating everything in its path.

Vivienne and Percival were frozen. If Imogen had not acted on her instincts, they, too, would have been reduced to nothing.

Not far away, in a parked car, Isolde burst into tears. She had watched her beloved aunt vanish, her waterfall of hair gone without a trace.

Cecilia nestled into her husband’s embrace.

Out of all Flynn’s sins, Imogen was the most tragic victim—a solitary girl who vanished from existence without a last word, as if she had never been.

Vivienne stepped outside; the air still held a tinge of fire powder. She picked up the unrecognizable necklace and wiped it clean with her hands.

addressing Percival, “We owe her a dignified farewell. The

nodded, drawing Vivienne close, comforting her with a

the Ellington Mansion and raided Flynn’s room, taking

herself, Vivienne

on the nightstand, everything untouched. The bed

Vivienne approached, she noticed a hair entangled

between her fingers. Suddenly, her

examining the strand,

Percival approached, concerned at

her own hairs and placed both strands

furrowed as he felt the hairs,

Flynn’s

Elsewhere in Rivenwood.

her neck

was time to leave

meet

they would have recognized her as Imogen,

Meanwhile.

was nowhere

allegedly deceased Imogen. But

turned to Draven and Matthew. “Search for any trace of Imogen in

Vivienne,

stopped, seeing her stern face, and accepted

Vivienne’s brows knitted together.

true identity within GTO and her connection to F-Poison

hidden her

Percival finally uncovered the secret of Imogen’s feigned

they saw and the bomb that exploded

found a sophisticated projector on the Ellington

the explosion. The scene was a pre-arranged hologram, coupled with smoke from

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