Hiding Helix: The Struggle to Keep Her Safe

Far from Alex, Hazel, Rossy, and Dr. Olive, deep within the remote mountains of Country Z, a grand, ominous manor stood at the peak of a rugged hill. The manor, cloaked in shadows, loomed like a silent predator over the vast wilderness below. Inside, the air was thick with tension, and the atmosphere carried a chill far colder than the wind outside.

In the dimly lit study, a man sat regally in a king-sized leather chair. One hand clutched a sleek phone, while the other lazily held a cigar, wisps of smoke curling in the surrounding air. His dark eyes, filled with simmering rage, gazed ahead as if plotting a deadly game of chess.

Standing to the side, his assistant trembled. He was not afraid of the darkness or the cold; he was afraid of the man. His mere presence exuded danger. Every word, every glance, carried a warning: cross him, and you may not live to regret it.

In a voice colder than the frost outside, the man finally spoke. His words cut through the silence like a blade."Let's go. It's time to take back what's mine. This time, I'll kill her myself."

The assistant hesitated before cautiously replying, "Sir, according to the latest information we received from that man… she's dead."

The man leaned forward, his lips curling into a cruel smile. Then he laughed—a deep, chilling sound that echoed around the room. The assistant flinched but dared not move.

"Do you believe that?" the man sneered, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "That woman? She can't be killed… not by anyone but me. I'll find her, and when I do, I'll kill her with my own hands."

The assistant nodded quickly, his head bobbing like a puppet on strings. "Yes, sir. "I'll begin the search immediately," he said, his voice trembling as he hurried out of the room.

As the heavy oak door closed behind him, the man leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting to the wall ahead. There, hanging prominently, was a large portrait of a stunningly beautiful woman. But the portrait was not pristine. Knives were embedded in the canvas, stabbing through her face, her body, her eyes. It was as if the painting itself had been punished for some unspeakable sin.

The man's eyes darkened further as he stared at the ruined portrait. His obsession with the woman was clear—and so was his rage.

Meanwhile, far away in a bustling city, in a high-rise apartment, four figures sat in tense silence. The atmosphere in the room was thick with anxiety, as though each of them was waiting for the other to speak.

Finally, Alex broke the silence. His voice was low, but the tension in it was unmistakable."Mr X just called me," he said, rubbing his temples. "He asked about Helix's whereabouts."

After speaking, Alex sank onto the bed beside Hazel, burying his face in his hands. His body sagged with exhaustion, as though the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.

Rossy and Dr. Olive exchanged worried glances. Their faces turned pale, and it was as if all the blood had drained from their cheeks.

They knew the truth. Mr. X might be dangerous, but he wasn't the real threat. The real threat was his boss—a man so ruthless, so terrifying, that even hardened criminals whispered his name with fear. He was a living asura, a demon in human form.

If he ever discovered Helix's location, he would bring hell down upon them. He would destroy everything they had fought to protect.

For the past five years, they had been hiding Helix, keeping her safe, keeping her secret. But now, it seemed that their carefully constructed walls were starting to crumble.

Rossy's voice broke the uneasy silence. She spoke softly, her fear evident in every word."Should we contact him now? It's been seven years… Maybe he can help us."

After speaking, she looked around nervously, waiting for the others' reactions.

There was a long pause. Then Hazel spoke, her voice calm but filled with resolve."Yes," she said firmly. "We should contact Gēge."

The room fell silent again, but the tension didn't ease.

Alex and Dr. Olive exchanged a look, as though having a silent conversation. Their eyes conveyed what they were both thinking. Contacting him would be like waking a sleeping lion. Once he got involved, everything they had built—all the peace they had found—would be shattered.

And then there was Helix to consider. Would she understand their decision? Or would she hate them for it?

After all, she had been the one who had cut Gēge out of their lives. She had done it for a reason—a reason they all knew but rarely spoke about.

Dr. Olive sat in silent turmoil, his mind swirling with memories he had long tried to bury. Of all the people in the room, he knew that man better than anyone else. Once, they had been best friends, inseparable, sharing laughter, dreams, and moments of pure happiness. There had been a time when they trusted each other in their lives, when their bond had seemed unbreakable. But that was before everything fell apart.

As Alex spoke, Dr. Olive's mind drifted to the past, to the carefree days when life was simple, before the darkness took over. He remembered the countless adventures they had shared, the inside jokes, and the unwavering support they had given each other. And then, like a flash of lightning, the image of that dreadful night came rushing back—the night that had changed everything.

Seven years ago, it had all unraveled in a single, horrific moment. The accident. The blood. The screams. And then… him. The man who had once been his closest friend had become something else entirely—a grim reaper in human form, hellbent on vengeance. That night, the man they had known had died, replaced by a monster driven by rage and obsession.

Dr. Olive's eyes grew moist as he relived those memories. He could still feel the weight of that night pressing down on him, the crushing guilt, the helplessness as he watched their world crumble around them. He had tried to move on, to find peace, but deep down, he knew that the past was never truly gone.

As Hazel suggested, contact Gēge, Dr. Olive's heart ached. He knew that waking him from his self-imposed slumber would bring chaos and destruction. But what choice did they have?

Wiping his eyes discreetly, he glanced at the others, silently wondering if they, too, were haunted by the same memories