The Tedd family garden bloomed in elegant silence.
Roses trimmed daily.Waterfalls placed to drown secrets.And in the center of it all sat Isabelle Tedd, widow to a ghost and mother to a storm.
Esther approached quietly.
Her mother sipped afternoon tea as if the world wasn't folding in on itself.
"You found the files," Isabelle said without turning. "Didn't take you long."
Esther sat opposite her. No smile. No hesitation.
"You knew. About the Circle. About Shawn. About me."
Her mother finally looked up.
And in that single glance—Esther saw it.
Pain. Regret. Fear.
"He didn't want you to know," Isabelle said.
"So, you just let me grow up inside a lie?"
"No. I let you grow strong without being defined by one."
Esther placed the burned tape player on the table. The ashes still clung to it.
"I want answers. About the blood. About the 'other one.'"
Isabelle's eyes flickered.
"You weren't the only child in the program."
The words dropped like a thunderclap.
"There was another born before you. A boy. They called him... 'Echo.'"
Esther's blood ran cold.
"Echo and Umbra were designed to be opposites.One creates chaos. The other—order."
"Which one is Shawn?"
Isabelle looked her in the eye.
"We thought he was Umbra. But that's the thing about ghosts… they shift."
Esther stood.
"I'm done with riddles. If there's another Umbra—or Echo—walking this earth, I need to find them."
Her mother touched her arm.
"If you do… it might destroy him."
Esther's eyes were steel.
"Then I'll find a way to rebuild him."
And with that, she walked away from the garden, the silence, and her mother's tearful warning.
Back at Shawn's Penthouse
The sensors pinged.A signal traced. A voice decrypted.
Shawn stared at the old Circle comms screen that had just flickered to life.
[Echo is awake.][He's coming for her.]
Shawn whispered one word:
"No."
And then the Umbra symbol reappeared, this time glitching—flickering between black and white.