"You're not in a coma?" The words dragged out of Roman's throat, thin with disbelief.
Inside, the figure didn't turn, he didn't pause, he just kept walking.
"Leo!" Roman called, his voice rising, rough with urgency. "Look at me, Leo!"
Still nothing, the distance between them growing with each step the man took.
"Don't—"
A shadow moved, and another figure stepped into view, cutting him off completely.
For a brief second, Roman caught a glimpse, sharp eyes, burning, deliberate, and then the curtain snapped shut. The soft swish of the fabric felt deafening.
Roman staggered back a fraction, his breath coming fast, uneven, his vision sharpening. "That's Leo!" he shouted, his voice cracking under the strain. "He's right there! Why are you lying to the world?"
