Ellios

‎Now: Six Months After the Basement ‎The air is different here. It’s salt-heavy and cold, coming off the ocean near a small, nondescript coastal town hundreds of miles away from the brothers’ estate. ‎Gen is sitting on a wooden porch, a thick blanket wrapped around his legs. He still has "bad days" where the phantom weight of the inhibitor makes it hard for him to walk,But he is breathing his own air bus leaves for the city in an hour if  his grip firm. He still doesn't talk much, but he doesn't need to. The silence between them isn't a cage anymore; it’s a sanctuary. ‎Even in their new life, the past isn't entirely gone. ‎* The Physical Toll: Gen still has to see a specialist for the nerve damage in his lower body. ‎Every time a black sedan passes by, his heart skips a beat. ‎ ‎They sit in a waiting room that smells of ‎lavender and old magazines—not antiseptic and fear. Gen’s name is called, and he stands up. He still uses a cane, a sleek black one that helps stabilize his hips when the nerve pain flares up, but he moves with a dignity the brothers could never strip away. ‎Inside, the kind  doctor ‎"The scarring is significant," she says, looking at the scans of his pelvic floor and lower spine. "But the fact that you're walking, even with the cane. ‎ ‎* The Recovery: Gen realizes he wants to try physical therapy without the heavy drugs Ren used to give him, wanting to feel his body heal naturally. ‎ ‎he become better and better and successful....one day he got invited to the special birthday party host by one of his friends....it was in the club and he ordered the cocktail...it injected  aphrodisiac into it..and ofc (it's a part of Ellios's plan..) he is alone..he drinks the cocktail just in one sip and notice something wrong with it** ‎ ‎Gen mind:I feel dizzy and so strange ‎