Arcadia – In the Government Emergency Room.
The room is dark, except for the glow of a television screen broadcasting the live revelation of Jack Connor's truth to the world. The voices of news anchors and reports echo in the background. Jack Connor sits on the floor, his face pale, his hands trembling. Norman stands in the corner, watching him silently, his expression betraying deep disdain. Jack begins to ramble, struggling to keep himself together, yet sinking into collapse.
Jack Connor, in a hoarse, broken voice: "No… This can't be happening… Not me… Not like this…"
Jack slams his fist onto the ground as Norman quietly steps forward, standing directly behind him, his gaze cold and unyielding. He leans in slightly, his whisper slicing through the silence.
Norman, with chilling coldness: "You deserve this."
Jack Connor slowly lifts his head, his eyes widening in terror and delirium. He gasps, as if unable to believe what he just heard.
Jack Connor, stammering, voice shaking: "W… What!? What did you say!?"
He stumbles, trying to stand up quickly.
Jack: "You!? You!! Were you behind this? Have… have you been working against me all this time!?"
He lunges at Norman in a frenzy, grabbing him by the collar of his suit, shaking him violently, his voice rising in hysteria.
Jack Connor, with madness-tinged rage: "And now that I think about it… How could someone like you have access to all this classified information?!"
You were the one who pushed me forward in these negotiations! You kept encouraging me to make big decisions!"
His eyes narrow, a mix of anger and unshed tears clouding them.
Jack: "How dare you do this after everything we built together!?"
Norman remains still, showing no resistance. Slowly, he raises his head, his eyes filled with restrained fury and pain. His voice is calm, yet deadly.
Norman, with bitter calm: "Built? …No, Jack. You destroyed everything. You took this nation and drowned it in corruption and greed. You displaced thousands, killed the dreams of millions, and turned the state into a playground for your twisted ambitions."
Jack Connor takes a step back, but his gaze remains locked onto Norman as if hearing the truth for the first time.
Norman continues, his voice harsher, his eyes burning with rage.
Norman: "You only came to me when you needed someone to cover up your crimes, when you needed someone to polish your filth."
Jack tries to speak, but no words come out.
Norman, with finality: "I worked with you, yes. But I saw the end from the beginning. I watched you trample over everyone. And now… now it's time for the fall."
Jack Connor looks around with hollow eyes, as if the world is crumbling around him. Suddenly, he lets out a loud scream, collapsing to his knees, clutching his head as if trying to escape reality.
Jack Connor, in despair: "No!!!… It can't end like this… It can't!!!"
Norman watches him for a moment, his eyes devoid of sympathy. He slowly turns toward the door, but before leaving, he stops for a brief second.
Norman, turning slightly, his voice quiet, as if delivering a final sentence: "Justice is not just about being held accountable… but about living to see what you've destroyed."
Norman walks out of the room, leaving Jack Connor in his darkness, alone with the ruins of his empire and the echoes of his downfall that will forever haunt him.
The wind howled through the city, as if reciting a farewell poem, while Five's body was carefully carried toward the vehicle. Officers, captains, citizens in the streets... even world leaders watching from afar... stood in silence. They raised their hats and saluted with respect, as if acknowledging something greater than wars and conflicts… the sacrifice for one's homeland.
On the rooftop of a building, Maviudas stood tall, but his face bore the look of a man exhausted by thought. The horizon stretched endlessly before him, seemingly swallowing everything, yet he saw far beyond... he saw the legacy Five had left behind.
Quiet footsteps broke the stillness. It was Rivander, his face weighed down with fatigue. He approached and spoke in a low voice.
Rivander: "We didn't find them… The three you mentioned earlier... there's no trace of them."
Maviudas showed no reaction, as if the words were nothing more than another sound fading into the air. But after a long moment of silence, he finally spoke, his voice deep and heavy.
Maviudas: "He chose to bear the burden of an entire nation… He set himself on fire to light the way for us. He knew that the world doesn't need an angel… but someone willing to burn, to be condemned. Because true sacrifice is to die alone, hated, even by those you fought for. To bear the weight of hatred… just to give others a chance to live in peace."
His gaze returned to the storm-laden sky, and in a voice barely above a whisper, he added.
Maviudas: "The true heroes aren't the ones whose pictures we raise… but the ones who die in the shadows, so the world forgets they ever existed… and forgets the pain they left behind."
Rivander, who had been staring, felt a shiver run through his body, as if the words had touched something deep inside him that he couldn't describe.
Hours later, families began filling the streets, embracing their loved ones among the freed hostages. Tears of joy flowed, and cheers erupted from every corner. In their homes, people celebrated quietly, holding hands in happiness.
At that moment, special teams from Interpol arrived. They walked confidently toward Jack Connor, who had completely surrendered. They placed handcuffs on his wrists and led him away as he stared at the ground. In the background, the reporters' voices echoed clearly.
"Following the public exposure of his crimes, President Jack Connor and all individuals who were complicit in his crimes have been arrested on charges of conspiracy and mass murder."
Detective Arthur lifted his eyes from the file he was holding, gazing intently at the international agent overseeing the investigation. In a quiet but skeptical voice, he said:
Arthur: "Are you sure these are the only charges?"
The agent responded firmly, though his expression betrayed some hesitation: "For now, these are the official charges. The evidence is clear, but we are still searching for more."
Arthur set the file aside and looked away, his tone carrying both concern and suppressed anger.
Arthur: "This man… is behind crimes beyond imagination. Pulling the strings from the shadows like this... it can't just be about conspiracy and mass murder. We need to uncover everything before he turns from an accused criminal into just another forgotten story."
The agent looked at Arthur in silence, as if his words had stirred a wave of questions he was trying to avoid, while the reporters' voices continued in the background, repeating the same statement, casting a heavy shadow over the room.
Five's body was carried outside. Everyone lined up... from officers to Detective Arthur, and even ordinary citizens... all raising their hands in salute. It was a solemn moment, as if the entire city had held its breath to bid farewell to the man who had sacrificed everything.
Detective Arthur stood before Norman, his face firm yet hesitant. Taking steady steps forward, he spoke:
Arthur: "Come on, Mr. President… The world is waiting for your statement. You are now the new leader of the country, and the people need reassurance."
The new president remained silent for a moment, his eyes searching for the right words.Then, in a quiet but unwavering voice, he said.
Norman:" Five… was not just a hero. He was a symbol of hope and sacrifice. We will not let his actions be in vain. That is my promise to you all."
In a final scene, the new president stood on a massive platform before a vast crowd, surrounded by high-ranking leaders and police officers. Behind him, the nation's flags fluttered freely. Holding the microphone, his gaze swept across the faces of the people.
Norman: "My friends, dear citizens… At this moment, I vow to serve this nation, to defend justice, and to honor the sacrifices of those we have lost. Five, whom we bid farewell to today, taught us a great lesson... that a homeland is worth fighting for, to the very end. And today, I tell you; There will be no more oppression. No more injustice. We are beginning a new era... one filled with hope and freedom!
Cheers erupted across the square, breaking the silence that had once been filled with fear and destruction. Cameras broadcasted the scene to the entire world, where millions watched the moment violence ceased, and justice took its first steps toward the light.
And in the sky, which had now become Five's home, the clouds parted, allowing a timid sunbeam to shine through... as if offering one last gesture of respect. The silence of the sky carried a weight heavier than any words, an eternal witness to the moment when pain transformed into hope.
In that moment, Five was no longer just a name, but a legend engraved in the memory of Waves and the world. His blood, mingled with the earth, marked the end of a dark chapter and the beginning of a new era.
Detective Arthur stood in the public square, surrounded by the crowd, and spoke in a solemn voice:
Arthur: "Five was more than just a man; he was a reflection of our desire for redemption. Amidst the madness and chaos, the world saw him as a criminal, a heartless killer… But in truth, he was much more than that. He was a plan. He was hope, wrapped in pain. His play was nothing more than a desperate cry to save his country, and his death was not an escape... it was a conscious choice of sacrifice. He wanted to show us that true change does not come without a price. And sometimes… that price is everything you have.
Today, we stand in peace because of him. Yet, he left alone, choosing to bear the weight of hatred so that we could inherit love. We will never forget Five... not just for what he did, but for what he taught us… that a homeland is worth the sacrifice, even if we are the ones misunderstood."
And despite the celebrations, a solemn silence filled the hearts of everyone. In every home and on every street, people looked up at the sky, where Five had found his peace.
Thus, the story ended... not with a scream, but with an echo that lingered in the hearts of millions. A whisper that would never fade:
The sky forgives, but the sky never forgets.
Aveline Region – In a small house nestled in the heart of the countryside, surrounded by vast fields of green land and thriving farms. Cows graze in the distant corners, and farmers toil in their fields.
The horizon is bathed in the orange hues of sunset, with the sun nearly disappearing behind the hills, leaving behind a serene stillness that blankets the place.
On that same day, as Emma watched the news on television, she sat on the couch, her face pale and her eyes weary. She looked at Ethan with deep concern.
Ethan stood at the doorway, his features shattered, carrying sorrow, fear, and shock that he could not express. His clothes were slightly dirty, as if they bore witness to a battle he had fought, and the dried tears on his cheeks left behind pale streaks... a silent testament to a pain far greater than a child his age should endure.
With a trembling voice, Emma spoke.
Emma: "Ethan… Why are you so late?! What happened to you?!"
Ethan struggled to breathe, the words stuck in his throat as if they refused to come out. He couldn't meet her eyes directly.
Ethan, stammering:" I… I'm sorry."
Emma looked at him, her heart tightening at the sight. His small frame, weighed down by exhaustion, his clothes stained with dirt and traces of dried tears on his cheeks... he looked like a child who who had been through too much, burdened with something far beyond his years.
Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. Instead, she just stared, searching his face for answers he couldn't yet give.