In the early hours of the m, Taylor was awakened by the interruption of tranquility caused by the ringing of the phone. She looked at the s and saw that it was Crice calling. A mixture of relief and curiosity ran through her body, and she promptly answered the phone.

  Holding the device firmly, Taylor responded, "Hello?"

  Crice asked, "How are you? we schedule a meeting ter?"

  Taylor let out a sigh before replying, "Right now, I'm trying to disect from everything. Anyway... there are so many meaningless interpretations for me."

  Uanding the situation, Crice said, "I uand. The ret ges haven't made anything clear for me or you."

  Crice proposed, "Let's meet ter at the café in front of the Kadman Business ter."

  Taylreed, saying, "Okay, see you there."

  While waiting for the meeting, Taylor couldn't stop thinking about the persona she had created. It took ce, strength, aermination for her to adapt to the character she had ied to be by Adam's side. It was a plex game involving careful words, meticulous ag, and the stru of possible sarios, all to stay oep ahead.

  Although Crice didn't need money, perhaps she was ed about her status. There was an underlying worry about this omega. If he turned against her, she could risk losing her job. However, how long would she be able to keep him under trol? Maybe, through Adam's hands, his days were numbered.

  Adam was also different. He wasn't as avaible as before, and Taylor noticed that he stantly called the hospital for information about the omega. Sihe i at the hotel, the past two days have been hellish.

  At the end of the day, Taylor met with Crice at the scheduled time, of 5 p.m. Crice expressed her : "Do you have time at this hour?"

  Taylor replied, "Not today. I o go back."

  Adam went to visit his omega at the hospital, and something seemed off about the situation. Taylor's face revealed her anguish, and she blurted out, "I deeply wish he would die. I want him to die!"

  Crice found herself in a delicate situation, searg for the right words to respond to Taylor. With a look of uanding, she said, "Taylor, I uand that you may lose your job. We're in a difficult situation."

  Looking directly into Taylor's eyes, Crice tinued, "But you've worked with Adam for five years. We've been through dinners, meetings, and trips together. You're ihe Kadman house; you ehrough the front door. You 't just give up."

  Crice paused before tinuing, "Although Adam and Callum are knoerfect, they have their fws. They're masters at w, signing tracts, and demandis, but they're not perfect. Their perfe is their greatest imperfe."

  With an encing tone, Crice reassured, "Even though it may seem like he's emotionally distant, believe me, Taylor, everything will eventually return to normal."

  Crice's response seemed t some fort to Taylor. At that moment, she felt her fidence renewed.

  Crice added, "When you enter this omega, befriend them voluntarily. Uand their weaknesses and use them to your advantage."

  With these words, Crice tried tthen Taylor's determination and provide her with a strategy to face the challehat y ahead.

  Adam delved into his thoughts, sidering that there wasn't much to iigate about Damián. He was an orphan raised in a fn try and adopted by Eleanor Forrest, the caretaker of the orphanage. Both of them arrived in the try (Y) when they were 16 years old, seeking treatment for their adoptive mother, who passed away three years ter. Damian was now 25 years old.

  Their education was focused os, and they graduated from college with excellent grades, leading a peaceful life. However, there in the avaible information: there were no records of how they ended up in the orphanage or any data about their biological parents. It was as if this information was pletely absent.

  The iigation coordinated by Callum also yielded no additional results. The Stonehenge Gallery had beeing for three years in the capital of try Y but started in a much smaller space as an experiment. Damian and Aster's friends had the vision to create a vehat housed simultaneous exhibitions with gardens and space for coffee.

  They had an ambitious project: a space with 10 halls, t floors, and theatrical sic lighting. The Stonehenge Gallery hosted simultaneous exhibitions by iional artists, being a meeting point for diverse groups through the exhibitions.

  The variety of artwork present in the gallery was impressive, with sculptures, paintings, prints, mixed media works, and drawings that expressed feelings, values, and thoughts. Artistic expression resent both in the indoor and outdoor enviros, showg the scope and quality of the exhibited work.

  Damián and Aster stood out with a porary photography exhibition, which was trending in the world of visual arts. Additionally, they had developed a database of promising young artists to plement the gallery space, a wide variety of artworks.

  A specifi was dedicated to Damian and Aster's works, where they worked on two signifit artistic projects: photography and virtual tours.

  Adam ran his fihrough his hair, feeling the strands slide between his fingers. His distant gaze was fixed on the horizon as information flowed through his thoughts. He felt a growing tension in his jaw, his jaws g involuntarily in the face of the new revetions.

  As Adam pondered Damian's description, he realized that he erfect young man with a harmonious, graceful, and well-proportioned appearance. Despite living as a Beta, his Omega characteristics were notable. However, something seemed off. Adam furrowed his brow, his eyes narrowing as he delved into his thoughts.

  In Adam's opinion, the reports were simple and straightforward, but they didn't vey the necessary effectiveness. He felt that there was something beyond the surface-level information. It was as if the lines between the lines hid secrets that had yet to be revealed. Adam had a keen intuition, an ability to read beyond the written words and grasp hidden nuances.

  Returning to the present... Emeline's house.

  While Josh was awake at Emeline's house, immersed in thoughts and self-analysis, Spencer lunged into a deep sleep. Memories, both ret and distant, provoked a flood of flig emotions in Josh, apanied by an unfortable headache. It felt as if these memories iwined in his mind, creating a web of uling thoughts, almost like disjointed dreams.

  Josh approached the window, his eyes fixed on the drenched ndscape. Raindrops fell incessantly, in a mencholic melody that echoed through the city. The gloomy atmosphere, tinged by heavy clouds, enveloped everything. A deep sadness settled in his heart, weighing upon him like a cloak. As he watched the water casg down the windows, a torrent of thoughts flooded his mind, a deluge that brought forth all the losses he had endured. Amidst the desote sery, a sense of despondend disorientation engulfed him more and more.

  Throughout the jouro Emeline's house, Josh stantly averted his gaze from his refle. His hands, beautiful and delicate, were a stant reminder of a profound ge. The transmigration to a new body brought with it a feeling of disfort, a tent fear of losing his identity, which he often believed he didn't have, and now he had lost.

  The Spencer he knew was no lohe same. The nehysical form haunted him and sparked internal flict. His life was tered around the pursuit of identity, and now he found himself fronted with a body that didn't match his previous image. This fear of losing their identity ed him, casting him into an abyss of doubts and uainties. A deluge of bad memories...

  However, beyond grieving the loss of his parents, Josh carried a deep sehat society owed him something crucial: the presence of his sister. For many years, he felt uo prehend the cruelty alessness of the separation that kept them apart. Why were they deprived of the sibling bond they yearned for? This pierg pain ed him from within, corroding his hopes and feeding his insecurity.

  But he never had the opportunity to share special occasions with his sister. Prom night, Halloween, and other importas passed unnoticed, leaving him with a gap iional development and his sister's identity. This ck of knowledge about her well-being caused him stant torment, a wreng uainty that ate away at him.

  For him, his sister Janine was more than just a child who had gohrough the adoption process in an orphanage. He grew up with the overwhelming feeling that he had lost his sister, that she had been stolen from him.

  His childhood was far from easy, as he faced challenges from all dires. Being biracial and an orphan, his identity was stantly questioned. Amidst this emotional turmoil, a historical fact echoed in his mind: the infamous "one-drop rule," though formally abolished, still persisted for many. Josh found himself trapped in a racial limbo, never quite bough nor white enough. The question of where exactly he belonged became the terpiece of his existence.

  From the state he should reside in, to the city, neighborhood, and evereet that he would call home, every aspect of his life was dictated by social norms and deeply rooted prejudices ingrained within society.

  For a signifit period of time, music became his sanctuary, utterly transf his world. He could never fet the day he first listeo Beethoven's 9th Symphony, the "Ode to Joy." At a mere nine years old, he experienced an overwhelming sense of liberation through its melodic embrace, as if he transded the clouds, drifting within a starry sky. Music allowed him to express profound ideas aions, going far beyond being a mere spectacle or shallow eai. It became somethiraordinary that resonated with the very depths of his spirit.

  However, this same music that filled him with a profound sense of deliverance also ignited emotions of anguish, loss, solitude, and rebellion in its various interpretations. It aradox that he tirelessly endeavored to prehend.