The Heavenly Demon of Terror

The door creaked open, and George stood there, his sharp eyes scanning me up and down. He looked the same—calm, composed, always calculating. But the moment he realized it was me, his expression shifted.

"Took you long enough."

I smirked. "Had some things to take care of."

George sighed and stepped aside, letting me in. "I figured. You always come back when everything's already handled."

I walked inside, scanning the place. It was simple but secure. No signs of anyone knowing Kayla was here. Good.

Then, I heard her voice.

"George? Who's at the door?"

Footsteps echoed down the hall, and Kayla stepped into view.

Her hair was a little longer than I remembered, her face softer—but her eyes still held that same fire. The same stubbornness that made her my sister.

The moment she saw me, her entire body froze.

Her lips parted slightly. "S... Samuel?"