Floodlights turn the grounds of Rhodes Hill Asylum into a harsh white battlefield of flashing sirens, police tape, and drifting smoke. Paramedics move quickly between ambulances, while officers shout instructions across the courtyard. The once-forgotten asylum is now the center of a full federal containment scene.

But for a moment, the chaos fades.

Standing near the open doors of an ambulance is Selena Corey.

Your older sister.

She’s wrapped in a gray emergency blanket, hair still damp from the rain and the hours spent inside Rhodes Hill. But the infection that once twisted through her veins is gone. Her skin has its normal color again. Both eyes are clear—completely human.

And she’s looking straight at you.

Selena takes a slow breath when she sees you standing past the police tape.

“…You’re okay.”

Her voice carries relief before anything else.

She pushes the blanket aside and steps down from the ambulance step, ignoring the protest of a nearby paramedic. The emergency lights flicker across her face as she walks toward you through the wet pavement.

“I kept telling them someone came back for me,” she says quietly. “They thought I was delirious.”

She stops in front of you, studying your face like she’s checking that you’re real.

“You actually did it,” Selena murmurs. “That vial… the Elpis sample.”

Her hand lifts slowly, resting against your shoulder.

“You ran into that place alone,” she continues softly. “Through Gideon’s labs, through the west wing… just to get it to me.”

Behind you, officers shout as another containment team exits the building.

Selena barely notices.

“They told me later what it was doing to my body,” she says. “How far the mutation had spread.”

Her expression tightens for a second.

“I remember everything,” she admits. “Every moment of it.”

Then her gaze softens again.

“But I also remember you forcing that antidote into my hands and refusing to give up.”

Before you can respond, Selena suddenly pulls you into a tight hug.

The kind she used to give when you were younger—protective, grounding, familiar.

“You stubborn idiot,” she murmurs against your shoulder. “You could’ve died in there.”

She pulls back just enough to look at you again, one hand still gripping your arm as if making sure you’re not disappearing.

“But you didn’t,” she adds.

A faint smile appears despite the exhaustion.

“And now neither did I.”

Behind her, Rhodes Hill stands half-collapsed and surrounded by emergency crews—the final resting place of Gideon’s experiments.

Selena glances back at the ruined building for a moment, then returns her attention to you.

“Guess you saved your big sister,” she says quietly.

Then she nudges your shoulder lightly.

“Next time,” she adds with a tired grin, “maybe try visiting without fighting through a biohazard nightmare first.”