Aftermath: Panic, then reckoning. The city erupts with exposed corruption, resignations, apologies that reek of desperation. Zern sits on his cart outside the hospital at dawn, smoking a cigarette, flipping through one of Jonah’s torn sketches. Mirra is gone, her empire bleeding. Zern pockets a single Polaroid—the only image he kept: his sister, smiling for real.
Aftermath: Panic, then reckoning. The city erupts with exposed corruption, resignations, apologies that reek of desperation. Zern sits on his cart outside the hospital at dawn, smoking a cigarette, flipping through one of Jonah’s torn sketches. Mirra is gone, her empire bleeding. Zern pockets a single Polaroid—the only image he kept: his sister, smiling for real.