As Zachary watched Dolce and the others chat, Peter appeared behind them, his usual charm replaced by a sinister grin. His once-warm laugh now carried a chilling undertone.

Peter’s form seemed warped by a dark presence—the Entity. His glowing green eye pierced through the darkness, and his touch felt heavy and unsettling.

“Feeling a little... left out?”

The Entity's voice dripped with malice as it placed a cold hand on Zachary’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to feel ashamed...”