EPISODE 4
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Rachav: Oh my. (Squats) Tiberius, remember what I taught you about being brave? In cases like this… you ruuuun!
She scoops him up and bolts at full speed.
Lennor: (Stunned) {She's far too fast for a lady.}
Thug 1: Get them!
Lennor: (Runs after Rachav).
She and Tiberius reach a dead end.
Rachav: {Oh, come on! Why are we trapped?! This must be the consequence of watching far too many action films after leaving the Convent.}
Lennor: Rachav.
Rachav: Lennor. Why are you following us? (To Tiberius) Why are they chasing you? And more importantly—why am I even running?!
Thug 2: They're here.
Rachav: (Places her briefcase on a dumpster) 😄Is there a problem, fellas?
Thug 3: Return our cards, you brat.
Rachav: Cards? (To Tiberius) What cards?
Tiberius: (Shrugs) I possess no cards with me.
Shows his empty pockets.
Thug 4: (Approaching, attempting to strike) You lying br—
Lennor: (Grabs Thug 4's hand) Oy. The kid said he's got no cards. That means he's got no bloody cards. (Flings his hand away).
Thug 4: Are—what the heck?!
He throws a punch. Lennor dodges smoothly and kicks him in the abdomen, sending him crashing onto his backside. A long strip of fabric slips from Lennor's forearm; he grips it with his teeth and ties it tightly around his knuckles with effortless cool.
Thug 3: 😳 {Is he a model 🤨 ?}
Lennor: (Glances over his shoulder) Leave. I'll deal with them.
Rachav: Are you nu—!
Thug 1: (Pulls out a knife) Yo, you're goin' nowhere. Grab the boy.
As they reach for Tiberius, Rachav Rai pulls him close. In one swift motion, she slips past the thugs and bolts.
Thugs: (Stunned) Huh?!
Lennor: (Tilts his head slightly) {Smart. And swift.}
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Moments later.
The last thug groans and doesn't get back up.
Lennor exhales, rolling his shoulders once. Silence returns to the alley, broken only by distant sirens and hurried footsteps fading away.
His eyes drift—briefly—to the dumpster.
The briefcase.
He hesitates.
Then, curiosity wins.
Lennor approaches, lifts the case, and flips it open just enough to peer inside.
A pause.
Inside:
– neatly folded male clothing
– a black wig, carefully wrapped
– nothing flashy, but intentional
His brows knit almost imperceptibly.
Lennor: {…Right.}
He closes the briefcase slowly, exactly as he found it. No judgement. No reaction. Just a quiet mental note filed away.
Meanwhile
A Guard from the Empire Territory rushes towards Rachav and Tiberius, clearly relieved.
Guard: Young Master, are you unharmed? Why did you run off in such a reckless manner? {I feared I would lose my head today. Thank goodness 🤧.}
Guard 2: It's getting late. Let us return, Young Master.
Tiberius follows the guards back. Rachav checks the time and quietly slips toward a public restroom.
The two part ways once again.
Rachav: Oh my! 🤦 {I forgot about Lennor and—my briefcase.}
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Back at the Alley.
Lennor leaned quietly against the wall.
Seconds pass, hurried footsteps return.
Rachav: (Breathless) …All clear. The child's guards took him the long way round. (Glances at the alley) Are you—?
Lennor: Fine.
Rachav: (Exhales) Good. I was beginning to think I'd left you to be stabbed or something equally inconvenient.
Lennor: (Dry) Very thoughtful of you.
She reaches for her briefcase, checking it instinctively. Everything's untouched.
Rachav: Right then. Let's pretend this evening was perfectly normal, shall we?
Lennor: (Nonchalantly leans forward to her face) Why?
They lock eyes for half a second longer than necessary.
Nothing is said.
Lennor turns away first, hands in pockets, expression unreadable.
Rachav: (Following) You're oddly calm for someone who just fought off armed blokes.
Lennor: You're oddly fast for a nun.
A beat.
Rachav: …Missionary.
Lennor: Mm.
Rachav: I'm serious. I am a missionary. Anyway, I have to go. (Running off) Greet Brother Delano for me!
Lennor stands there, watching her go.
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In the car, Azenor embraces Tiberius with relief, then pulls his ear sharply.
Tiberius: Ow… ow… ow…
Azenor: Why did you run off like that?!
Tiberius: (Lost in thought) {I met her again today. I didn't even get to thank her.}
Miss Azenor: Oh dear. Your father is going to be terribly furious 😱 .
Tiberius suddenly dashes out of the car, slipping free from the guards' grasp, and runs back towards the spot where they had parted earlier—only to find no sign of Rachav Rai.
Tiberius: 😞 {Please… let me see you one more time.}
His eyes widen as he spots Yancy Wil stepping out of the very restroom Rachav used earlier. Yancy Wil, unaware he's being watched, hurriedly adjusts his clothes.
Tiberius: {Yancy Wil?}
He then notices the bandage around Yancy's neck—identical to Rachav's.
Tiberius: {Isn't that the same bandage on Miss Ra— (Gasps) IMPOSSIBLE.}
Oh boy.
A disguise just got busted.
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The next day, at the Empire Territory
Yancy Wil follows a maid along the stone path leading towards the mansion.
Yancy: (Scanning the surroundings) Excuse me, miss—where is the Junior Master?
The maid does not respond.
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Somewhere deep within the Empire Territory Forest (Empire Forest)
Several Military Servants and household staff are gathered, silently watching as Young Master Tiberius is punished—forced to repeatedly run a 50-metre track while carrying a weighted backpack.
Among them sits the nonchalant Mr Kamen, overseeing the punishment ground.
Miss Azenor knelt quietly beside his chair.
Mr Kamen's stern glare fixed upon Tiberius tightens the air, despite the cool forest breeze.
After nearly an hour of continuous running, Tiberius begins to stagger, exhaustion and dizziness overtaking him. Still, he forces himself onward.
Military Servant 1: (Whispering) Isn't this punishment far too harsh for a five-year-old?
They murmur amongst themselves, careful not to be overheard by the militant Empire Master.
Military Servant 2: He must be punished, or he'll run away again next time.
Military Servant 3: But it wasn't his fault. It was his cousin's.
At that moment, Tiberius stumbles—but a steady hand, warm and firm, catches him before he hits the ground.
Tiberius looks up.
It's Yancy Wil—the second man he hates most in his life.
Overwhelmed, Tiberius collapses.
Head Military Servant: Why are you here, Gentleman Wil?
Mr Kamen: (Emotionless) Wake him.
Head Military Servant: He appears to have fainted, sir.
Mr Kamen: (Cold, unwavering) Wake him.
Yancy: (Anger restrained, voice steady) Mr Kamen, Tiberius has collapsed from severe breath loss. At this rate, I strongly advise that he be allowed to rest.
Mr Kamen: Deny him food and water until dusk.
He stands and turns to leave.
The servants murmur uneasily.
Yancy: {Punishing a child to this extent… I know he was deeply wounded in the past—so deeply that it hollowed him out.} (Clenches fist) {But at this rate, he's a living dead.}
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