Arthur Fate.

"Or should I say… Arthur Fate."

Arthur's blood turned to ice.

For the first time in a long time, his body betrayed him—just slightly. A minuscule hitch in his breath. A twitch in his fingers. A reaction so subtle that most wouldn't have noticed.

But Adam noticed.

The satisfaction in his expression was unmistakable.

Arthur's mind raced, every possible angle, every possible outcome spinning at once. How? How did Adam know?

No one knew his real name.

No one.

Yet Adam had spoken it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Arthur forced himself to remain still, to keep his expression unreadable, but the weight of those two words had already changed everything.

This wasn't just suspicion.

This wasn't just a test.

Adam knew him.

The silence between them stretched unbearably, a thin wire pulled to its breaking point.