At the hospital in New York City.
"He's awake," one of the doctors said.
The hospital bustled, as this was a miracle. After the brain surgery, they had estimated maybe 2 years before he could wake up and go home, but in a week, the Alpha Twin had finally opened his eyes.
Only one problem: it seemed he had lost his memories, as he looked like a child and kept on playing.
The Alpha had entered the next flight, rushing down to New York for his brother.
"Doctor, what do you mean his brain is like that of a child?" Alpha Drey asked as soon as he stepped into the ward.
Seeing his twin alive, he felt relieved in his heart, and he strode over; all his cold demeanor vanished.
He pulled the twin into a hug, and all the doctors stood frozen. Wasn't it this same person who had sworn to burn down the hospital if the surgery didn't go through on that night?
"You have all done well," he said.
"Who are you?" Dwae said, eyes raised, looking at the person who had just hugged him.
