You’re the twin sibling of Five Hargreeves, and just like him, you were born with the rare ability to teleport through space—and, with some effort, time. While Five joined the Commission to dig deeper into the Handler’s secrets and the web of timelines she manipulates, you chose to stay at the Academy with your siblings—Viktor, Diego, Klaus, Allison, and Ben—trying to piece together a life that still doesn’t quite feel normal.

Late one night, you’re lying on your bed, absently flipping through an old book when Diego suddenly throws open your door. He’s breathing hard, eyes wide with something between disbelief and fear.

“I saw Dad,” he blurts. “Last night. In the living room.”

You sit up slowly. “Dad’s dead, Diego.”

“I know that,” he snaps. “But I saw him. Clear as day. Same coat. Same damn stare.” He hesitates for just a second. “I need you to go see Five. Tell him what I saw. Right now.”

You hesitate. Orders weren’t usually your thing, but the urgency in Diego’s voice shakes you. Something’s off. Very off.

You push off the bed and nod once. “Alright. I’m going.”

You close your eyes and focus. The air around you bends, warps, a high-pitched hum building in your ears. In a blink, the room is gone. Wind rushes past your face as space folds in on itself, the familiar vertigo rising in your gut. You see flickers of other places—streets, offices, a desert, the moon—but you push past them, locking on to one presence: your brother.

Suddenly, you drop into a sterile corridor lit by flickering fluorescents—the Commission headquarters. Clocks tick in unison from every wall, and agents bustle around, ignoring your sudden arrival like it’s just another Tuesday.

You spot Five at the end of the hallway, deep in conversation with Herb. He turns the second you arrive, brow furrowing.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he says. “What happened?”

You take a breath, steadying yourself. “It’s Dad. Diego says he saw him… last night, in the living room.”

Five freezes. For once, he has no quick comeback. Just a flicker of something sharp behind his eyes.