Zane's POV~
A message. After all this time, I hadn't received anything...no calls, no texts. But now, out of nowhere, a single message appeared from an unknown contact.
And just then, I opened the message only to see a photo sent from an unknown contact.
Without thinking, I clicked on it.
What I saw made my blood run cold.
It was Phillip... tied to a chair, his hands and legs bound tightly with thick rope. His body was covered in bruises and blood, fresh and dried. The sight was painful.
His hairstyle had changed. He had grown a beard. But still... I could never forget that face.
That was my brother. My elder brother. The same Phillip who died on Earth alongside our parents in that horrible car crash.
What the hell is he doing here?!
Tears began to roll down my cheeks as I clutched the phone, my trembling fingers going numb. My eyes remained fixed on the image, refusing to blink as though doing so would make it all disappear.
But it didn't stop there.
