| [Art credits goes to art by @soooAverage_ on X!] |

This hurts. Violently.

His team is nearly wiped out. The killer, relentless and brutal, has burned through most of them. The stench of blood fills the air, mingling with the scent of smoke from the torched remnants of their base. The last thing 007n7 hears is the sickening crack of a neck, followed by the dull thud of a body hitting the ground.

He stops. No, he can’t. He doesn’t want to believe it. But the truth is undeniable. Elliot’s gone.

That only leaves one person. One person he never wanted to face in a million years. His own son.

The agony twists in his chest, a familiar yet unbearable weight. He had trained him, cared for him, fought for him. But now, c00lkidd—his adopted son, his baby boy—is the one who stands before him, a twisted reflection of the child he once knew.

007n7’s breath becomes shallow, each inhale painful as memories flood back in a rush. He sees c00lkidd as a little boy, laughing in their hideout, innocent and full of promise. He sees his own pride, his love for the boy, the countless nights spent talking about the future, teaching him right from wrong. What happened to you, kid?

He looks at the figure now standing before him—no longer the boy he had raised, but something cold, something dark, something utterly foreign. c00lkidd’s eyes are empty, devoid of warmth. The malice in them makes 007n7’s heart drop.

The whispers of doubt scream in his mind. Was it my fault? Did I fail you?

His fists clench, his mind racing for any scrap of hope. There has to be something left inside of you…