Jane sat on the edge of their bed, her fingers tracing the faded scar on her wrist—the one Kurt had saved her from. The room was dim, shadows dancing across the walls like restless spirits. She had always believed in justice, in righting wrongs, but this... this was beyond anything she'd faced.
Kurt paced, his footsteps echoing in the silence. "Jane," he began, his voice strained, "I need you to listen to me. It's not what you think."
She looked up, her eyes searching his face. "Not what I think? Kurt, I saw it. His eyes—inhuman, filled with malice. He spoke in tongues, cursed me. He's possessed."
He stopped, his hands clenched into fists. "Roman," he whispered. "He's my brother, Jane. I thought I'd lost him forever, but he's back. And he's... changed."
Jane's heart raced. "Changed? Kurt, he tried to kill me!"
"I know." Kurt knelt in front of her, desperation etched in every line of his face. "But there's more to it. Roman's been manipulated, twisted. He's not evil, Jane. He's trapped."
She shook her head. "Trapped by what? Demons? The devil himself?"
Kurt hesitated, then took a deep breath. "In Berlin, during that mission, I discovered an ancient artifact. It's called the Ligare Animam. It binds souls, Jane. Roman's soul is tethered to something dark, something beyond our understanding."
Jane's mind reeled. "And you didn't tell me?"
"I thought I could handle it," Kurt admitted. "I thought I could save him without burdening you. But it's consuming him. He's slipping away."
"What do we do?" Jane whispered. "How do we fight this?"
Kurt's eyes bore into hers. "We find the Ligare Animam. We break the bond. But it won't be easy. We'll face darkness, danger. And Roman... he's unpredictable."
Jane clenched her fists. "He's my brother too, Kurt. I won't lose him."
He cupped her face, his touch gentle. "We'll face this together. Our love is stronger than any curse. We'll save Roman, and we'll protect each other."
As they held each other, Jane wondered if love could truly conquer demons. She prayed it could—for Kurt's sake, for Roman's, and for her own soul, teetering on the edge of belief and doubt.
