The Miraclous.

"Shit!"

John Paul said, his voice vehement as he raced towards Steven Marcus, who was already lying on the floor.

"Why did he shoot himself?" Alex Waynee asked as he paced around the dimly lit room.

Nicole walked across the room, her movements deliberate yet swift, as she reached for the ropes binding Michael Belmar to the chair.

Cutting the ropes immediately, she asked, "Michael, Are you alright?"

Her voice laced with concern as Michael rubbed his wrists, the relief evident in his eyes.

"I'm... I'm fine," Michael stuttered, his voice trembling with the residual shock of the situation.

Gazing askance at everyone, he said "Thank you."

Meanwhile, Alex Waynee hurried to Steven Marcus's side, his hands shaking as he checked for any sign of life.

The room was tense with a heavy silence, each breath held as they awaited any indication of Marcus's fate.

"Is he...?" Eric Raymond's voice trailed off, his gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before them.

John Paul, still reeling from the sudden tu

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