Every spectator of the scene was left whispering a ripple of voices swelling across the courtyard like a soft but persistent tide. Some were murmuring in shock, others in awe, while a few exchanged looks that spoke more than words ever could. The once-cheerful chatter of the crowd had dissolved into hushed tones and darting glances, their curiosity blending with fear. Fingers pointed discreetly, and phones were raised to record, though no one dared move too close. The air felt heavier, as though the atmosphere itself held its breath.
But amid the chaos, two people stood still not speaking, not reacting, their faces blank yet their eyes sharp with realization.
Tom and Nix.
They were the only two who weren't surprised. The only two who recognized the pattern.
