Echoes of Control (2)

"You were never Kain, were you?"

The laughter stopped.

Something shifted. A flicker of resistance, a deep internal battle playing out behind Kain's blank stare. His face contorted, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. His muscles trembled, jaw clenched so tightly it seemed like he was holding something in—something struggling to break free.

Then, like a switch had been flipped, it all changed.

The tension melted away. The struggle ceased. His body relaxed into the stone floor as though this was all some elaborate joke. His lips curled into a slow, taunting grin.

And then he spoke.

"You are all fucked, motherfuckers."

The room froze.

A ripple passed through every man present, not from the vulgarity of the statement, but from the way it was said. It wasn't Kain's voice. It wasn't anyone's.

It was wrong.