In the quiet, spotlessly clean corridors of the hospital, a young, novice nurse tended to a man locked in a deep coma after a terrible car accident.
Day after day, she washed him, spoke softly to him, and hoped that one day he would wake up.
But nothing could have prepared her for the revelation she was about to make—a secret so sh0cking it would challenge everything she thought she knew about the man lying before her.
Her routine never changed: adjusting IVs, checking monitors, and carefully washing Vincent’s motionless body.
She had grown used to the silence, often filling it with her own stories, never expecting an answer. Yet, something about this man always felt… unusual.
The faint way his fingers seemed to twitch when she touched them. The way the heart monitor’s rhythm almost seemed to sync with her voice.
It was as if—somehow—he could hear her.
Then, one quiet evening, as she lifted the covers to begin her usual routine, her breath caught in her chest.
The nurse’s hands trembled as she slowly pulled the blanket back from Vincent’s body. Her eyes widened when she saw his arm.
A tattoo—faintly illuminated under the sterile hospital light.
It wasn’t just any design. A serpent coiled around a sword, encircled by strange markings she couldn’t decipher.
But that wasn’t what froze her. She knew that tattoo.
Years earlier, her brother Tom had shown her the very same symbol. He’d told her it marked him as a member of a secretive order known as The Watchers—a group whispered about for its hidden influence and mysterious rituals.
Tom had vanished two years ago, leaving behind no trace and no answers.
And now, that same emblem—the mark of The Watchers—was engraved on the arm of this comatose stranger.
The nurse’s bl00d ran cold.
Could Vincent be connected to her missing brother?
Or worse… was he part of the same dangerous web that had swallowed Tom whole?
