Part 2

Yuna’s mind went blank. She couldn’t rationalize what she was seeing. The sight before her eyes was completely abnormal. These beings with glowing golden eyes wanted something from her, something she didn’t understand. She saw herself as a simple 28-year-old woman, with nothing special to offer, nothing remarkable to give. "So why did strange things always have to happen to her?"

Just when she thought it was all over, when she was sure she would never see her sister’s smiling face again, the lights in the metro went out. In the thick darkness, a bright red mist began to form in the center of the carriage.

"You never learn," a deep voice echoed, coming from the mist, which had now transformed into a large, blazing flame.

"Vincent, you have no right to interfere!" Ben shouted, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at the flame, recognizing the voice.

"Oh, I most certainly do," replied the young man with copper-colored hair, now in human form, the only remaining light in the carriage coming from his fiery red eyes and a brightly glowing earring.

Despite his calm demeanor, Vincent radiated an aura of destruction that could easily break the bones of an ordinary person.

"Kill him!" Ben ordered his minions, who lunged at Vincent, baring their fangs.

The handsome young man stood still, and as the four creatures neared him, Vincent raised his arm to his face. As if he were inhaling the air around him, a ball of fire formed in his claw-like hand. Slowly, chains of flame emerged from the fire, rapidly wrapping around the four creatures, incinerating them until nothing but a pile of ashes remained on the floor.

Enraged, Ben started to make an attack but stopped halfway when he noticed Vincent’s cold, murderous eyes fixed on him.

"Do you think you can take me on?" the eldest Dokovic asked slowly, never taking his gaze off his now-terrified prey.

"Tchh..." Ben gritted his teeth angrily. "This isn’t over," he spat before disappearing into a cloud of dust.

Finally, silence fell over the train, only the rhythmic clatter of the tracks echoing in the background. Yuna’s half-curled body mirrored her torn expression of terror and disbelief. Her entire body shook with fear, and although she was fully aware of what her eyes had seen, her mind and body tried desperately to deny it. As she summoned the last bit of strength to stay on her feet, she screamed with all her might at the man standing compassionately in front of her.

"Who the hell are you?!" Yuna's scream reverberated through the carriage, just before she collapsed at Vincent Dokovic’s feet.