They stood firm—like shields, like barriers, their bodies tense, their eyes locked on the shifting wall with equal parts shock and wariness.
Ryan and Jay felt a flare of irritation burn in their chests.
Why?
Why did Ray and Kai always do this?
They weren't weak. They weren't helpless. They were all born on the same day, the same month, the same year—at the exact same time. Yet, their elder brothers still treated them like fragile things, like they needed constant protection. It was infuriating.
But there was no time to argue.
The wall completed its transformation, the final groan of stone settling into silence.
A doorway had appeared.
Beyond it, a room stretched into the unknown. Dark. Silent. Waiting.
Ray and Kai exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. This was it. The answers—whatever they were—lay beyond that door.
Ray took the first step.
Ryan didn't hesitate—he grabbed the laptop, his fingers tightening around it as he rushed in after them.
