The Quintillion Superstar System

69. Who Killed My Father And Mother ?

Chapter Sixty Nine

Vincent awoke to a harsh reality.

His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim, unforgiving light that filtered through the narrow, rust-stained window high on the cold, stone wall. The pain in his head was excruciating, a relentless throb that threatened to split his skull.

As his senses gradually returned, he realized he was lying on a cold, hard cot within the confines of a prison cell. Panic coursed through his veins like wildfire.

He tried to remember how he had ended up here, but it was like grasping at smoke. Fragments of memories danced at the periphery of his consciousness – a blur of faces, a cacophony of voices, and then... nothing.

His past had become an impenetrable fog, leaving him stranded in this grim cell with nothing but the tormenting headache as his companion.

Desperation welled up within him. Vincent pushed himself up from the cot, his body protesting every movement. His eyes scanned the cell, seeking answers that remained stubbornly elusiv