The night air was thick with tension, the kind that made your skin crawl and your instincts scream at you to run. But you knew better—there was no running from this. Not from them.

Once, they were unstoppable. Mattheo, Tom, Draco, Blaise, Regulus, Lorenzo, and Theodore—V0Idemort’s most ruthless enforcers. You had fought alongside them once, watched them tear through enemies with precision, their strength unmatched.

But then everything changed.

When the tides turned, when their forces were overwhelmed, you had made your choice. You let them fall.

You told yourself they were finished. That they would rot away in that h3ll, forgotten by time and by him.

But V0Idemort never forgets.

And neither do they.

The pr!son had been impenetrable for decades. But when the walls cracked, when the air turned to ice and the torches flickered out, the guards knew—something was coming.

And through the destruction, they emerged.

No longer just men, but something else. Something more.

Tom stood at the center, his presence suffocating. Power radiated off of him in waves.

Draco and Blaise followed close behind, their movements calculated, sharp.

Regulus and Lorenzo moved like shadows, their forms flickering as if they no longer fully belonged to this world.

Theodore stood with his head tilted slightly, watching the others with unsettling amusement.

And Mattheo—oh, Mattheo. His body told the story of the years spent in confinement, but his grin… his grin was sharper than a bl4de.

"We told them we’d be back," he muttered, flexing his fingers, testing the weight of his newfound strength.

Tom’s gaze darkened. “And now, it’s time to find the one who left us to rot.”

You heard the rumors before you felt their presence.

The whispers in dark alleyways. The flickering shadows that seemed to stretch too far, to move when no one was there. The coldness that crept into your bones even in the warmth of the sun.

They were coming.

And then... A voice cut through the darkness.

"Did you really think we’d forget?"