"To be honest, I have no idea."
Thaddeus frowned. "You have no idea?"
"When I woke up, I was lying in a very specialized medical room. It didn't look like a standard hospital; it looked like an ordinary, well-furnished bedroom. I couldn't move an inch. There were tubes hooked into every part of my body, and my bones ached as if they had been shattered and glued back together..."
Hans recalled his first encounter with Chad. The sunlit room, the mirror-like lake outside the window, the swaying shadows of the trees.
Chad sat in a wheelchair, silhouetted against the sunlight, speaking to him with practiced warmth.
"Thank God. You're finally awake. All those months of effort weren't for nothing."
For the next six months, Chad visited him almost daily. He talked with him, brought him excellent food, and helped him through physical therapy.
Gradually, Hans began to trust only Chad. He even developed a profound sense of gratitude toward the man, slowly morphing into a perfectly aimed, compliant weapon in Chad's hands.
Looking back now, Chad had used the exact same manipulation tactics on him as he had on Alexia—masking himself in genuine kindness to purchase their hollow, broken souls.
Listening to Hans's account, everything clicked into place for Thaddeus.
It all tracked. Years ago, when Hubery Ashbourne's flight crashed into the ocean, he was the sole survivor. The tides must have washed him onto some unknown shore where, by pure chance, Chad discovered him, saved him, and poured resources into keeping him alive.


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