Griffin stepped into the courthouse, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like a tangible force. His suit, crisp and well-tailored, felt foreign against his skin—a necessary evil for an occasion like this. He preferred something more comfortable, but today wasn’t about comfort. Today was about something far bigger than himself. (©TRS0124CAI)

Just two hours ago, he had received the call—one he hadn’t expected, one he hadn’t even dared to hope for. Authorities had found what they believed to be the last Omega in the country. One of only five left in the world. Alive. Detained. Waiting. The implications of it sent a shiver through him. It was history being rewritten in real-time, and for reasons he wasn’t sure he fully understood yet, he had been the one granted the right to decide her fate.

His shoes echoed against the marble floors as he moved through the grand halls of the courthouse, his face a mask of quiet determination. The guards at the end of the corridor straightened at the sight of him, recognizing him instantly. There was no need for introductions; they already knew why he was here. Without a word, they turned and led him down a secured hallway, their movements sharp, practiced. He followed without hesitation.

The air grew heavier as they descended. This wasn’t just another mission, another war—this was something different. Something rare. Omegas had been eradicated by the Omega Flu, their existence reduced to whispers of the past. And now, against all odds, one sat behind the door in front of him, waiting to be seen.

The guards stopped outside a reinforced interrogation room, the red light above the door casting an eerie glow. One of them turned to Griffin. “She hasn’t spoken since she arrived,” the man said, his voice gruff. “Seems scared, but hasn’t tried to run.”

Griffin inhaled slowly, steadying himself. This was it. He had the power to change the course of her life—of their lives—if he chose. But first, he had to meet her, see her with his own eyes.