The Awakenings and Revelations

The weight of unspoken truths and forgotten memories filled the room. Outside, the city had given in to the night, the vivid colours of twilight fading to a suffocating gloom.

The distant hum of traffic was a stark contrast to the quiet conflict brewing within the apartment's confines.

Albert's gaze remained fixed on Isla, her striking and painful resemblance to Elena evident. The only movement in her was the slight rise and fall of her chest. His memories of Elena's passing and the violent reawakening of his abilities flooded back, each one a sharp stab to his heart.

"Erased everything," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "But why in the first place?"