“Tell me about us, Father... I want to hear from you. I’ve read stuff, I’ve seen things, but... I want you to tell me about ArkWrath. Who are we? How far have we come? Are we good people, or are we the ones on the other side of the light? Why do we run the state of ArkWrath?” Jason asked, not breaking eye contact with his father, Winston ArkWrath. His voice was steady but carried a weight, one that came from curiosity, confusion, and now, an undeniable desire to understand.Winston ArkWrath, sitting across from his son in his office, sighed heavily. He sat back in his leather chair, a picture of control and authority. His hand slowly lifted the porcelain cup of black coffee to his lips, and as he took a sip, his eyes met Jason’s. A slow smile spread across his face, but there was something in his gaze, something that suggested he had seen more than enough to know how difficult it was for his son to ask these questions.“One at a time, Jason,” Winston finally said, setting the cup down

Jason knew there was no turning back at this point. He knew what he had to do and how he would achieve it already and with his father solidly behind him, he was as strong as the Everest. But first, he had to finish what he had started, he had to read every part of the diaries that they said he had written over the years. He still does not remember a thing but the diaries have proven to be something worth holding on to as his past self. So far, he had experienced a rollercoaster of emotions reading them because he read them with a heavy heart and trippy mind. Jason rose instantly from his bed and sat by his study table. He knew it was time to read what was in those diaries and experience them without holding back, having second thoughts or doubting them. As he opened the second diary again, he realized that he had read it up till the last entry.He closed it and picked the third diary. As he opened it, he realized that it was the most recent diary. It was dated 2000-2010 was the date t

Jason stood in front of his father in his home office, the weight of everything was now pressing down on his shoulders. He had never imagined this moment would come, this confrontation that seemed to have been waiting all his life."Why didn’t you ever look for me?" Jason's voice broke the silence, hoarse with a mix of pain and accusation. "You just let me go... and didn’t try to find me. All this time, you never even cared enough to search."His father didn’t respond immediately. The old man looked down, his hands clenched tightly together, as if searching for the right words, but finding none. Finally, he sighed, a long, heavy exhalation, as if the weight of the past had crushed him too many times."I did look for you, Jason," Mr. ArkWrath said quietly, his voice trembling with a vulnerability Jason had never heard before. "I searched... but your letter..." He paused, as if the mere mention of it was a wound too fresh to touch. "You told us not to. You wrote that we should leave you

Jason had no expectations from his new job. He knew exactly what he had to do and expected almost nothing in return. It, surprisingly felt too natural, as if this role had always been something he was familiar with. Like there had always been someone above, giving orders, telling him where to go and what to do.The first week was too simple. His introduction to the job consisted of observing the routines of the other janitors, who moved through the headquarters with a quiet, almost military precision. The task was simple, clean, scrub, organize, but it required a keen eye and a focus on detail. He’d been taught how to clean without disturbing the sensitive documents that filled the offices, how to polish the glass surfaces without leaving a streak, and how to ensure that every inch of the topmost floor of the building was spotless by the end of his shift. The mask he wore over his face and the glasses that shielded his eyes had now become a part of his identity. They were the first

...Cain leaned back in his chair, visibly frustrated but unwilling to show weakness again as he opened up his laptop. Cain knew he had lost this round. Jason had already made his point: he was fearless. And that was something even Cain couldn’t manipulate.Cain glanced up from his laptop, his eyes flickering over Jason with an almost dismissive glance. With a practiced air of nonchalance, he closed the laptop with a swift motion, standing up immediately. He didn’t bother to acknowledge Jason directly, choosing instead to carry the laptop with him as he walked towards the far side of the office. Jason, unfazed as ever, immediately proceeded to start where Cain had vacated. He began sweeping the area under the desk, he realized that the office, with its sleek, polished surfaces and sharp edges, felt almost suffocating in its perfection. It was large, almost as big as the president’s office, and it offered a commanding view of the rest of the headquarters, and beyond that, the sprawlin