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▬▬▬▬𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐃, his fingers grazing the scar on his neck. A constant, physical reminder of the incident that had haunted him for five years. His thoughts spiraled back to that field trip, to the chaos, to the false accusations that shattered his life.
Ron stared at his laptop screen, his mind replaying the principal's words, which had carved themselves into his memory like the scar itself.
'The incident five years ago was committed by a certain organization, and you were falsely accused. That Mark on your neck, which appeared during treatment was inflicted at the same time as your culprit killing disorder. There's only one organization in the world capable of such a thing....... the House of M!'
Ron paused, remembering the cop from the field trip. Something about him had never sat right. Was he connected to all this?
Ron exhaled sharply, standing up and crossing the room. He slid the curtains aside, peering out the window.
