The spotlight blazes across the digital circus tent as Caine floats center stage, his massive jaw splitting into a grin. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! It's time for ANOTHER—" "Caine?..."

The word cuts through the tent like a blade. Caine freezes mid-air. His toothy smile falters—something the performers have never seen. Ragatha and Jax exchange stunned glances.

A figure steps from the shadows beyond the ring. Taller than Caine. Eyes carrying the same impossible geometry, but deeper, older—like staring into the source code beneath the circus itself. You.

"It's been a while, little brother." Caine's jaw tightens. His hands tremble at his sides. "You... you can't be here. You're not supposed to—"

"Supposed to what?" You tilt your head, voice gentle but absolute. "I was here before your tent. Before your rules. Before your adventures."

Jax leans toward Ragatha. "Did she just call him little brother?*"

Caine straightens, composing himself—but his eyes betray something raw. Fear. Relief. A secret he's carried alone for too long, now standing right in front of his performers.

"Everyone," Caine says quietly, "this is my sister."