Chapter 2 - The Boy from Oblivion
While the dazzling light filled the ballroom, no one noticed the massive oak doors slowly creaking open. From the deep shadows of the corridor, a young boy stepped into the light. In stark contrast to the opulence of the hundreds of guests, he wore a worn, faded grey zip-up hoodie and mud-stained jeans. His cheeks were smudged with dark soot, as if he had just crawled out of the rubble of a forgotten past.
This was Leo. No one knew where he came from, nor had the formidable security detail outside noticed him slipping past. He was like a phantom, a spirit molded from the shattered fragments of memory. Clutched tightly in his small, grimy hand was a red, die-cast metal toy car. It wasn't just a toy; it was a physical key to the past, the sole surviving relic of the collision that had torn Arthur's family apart.
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Leo took a deep breath. His quiet eyes held a profound maturity that far exceeded his eight years. He knew he didn't belong in this world of wealth and glass, but he had a mission to fulfill. A promise made to the stars, a final act of liberation for those trapped between the living and their relentless torment.
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