The imposter recoiled in fear, her teeth clenched. “You have no right to do this. I am the real Hades. It’s you who are the fraud, threatening me with a gun.”
Katelyn’s patience was running out. Her goal was simple: expose the imposter and then check on Carol’s condition.
“Three,” she began to count, her voice steady.
The gun wavered between the imposter’s wrists, unsure of its target. The imposter’s heart raced, aware that even the best surgeons couldn’t fully repair a wrist damaged by a bullet.
“Two.”
Vincent was now certain of the imposter’s true identity. The eyes behind the mask betrayed her.
Defiant to the end, the fake Hades hissed, “You won’t break me with these tactics. I refuse to remove the mask. If you want to challenge my identity, let’s test our medical knowledge. You’re too afraid to face me openly, using threats to coerce me instead!”
“One.”
“Bang!”
Katelyn didn’t hesitate—she pulled the trigger the moment the imposter refused to remove her mask.
The bullet struck its target, hitting the woman’s right wrist dead-on.
A chilling scream tore through the room, raw and piercing. The fake Hades collapsed to her knees, clutching her wrist in agony, her face contorted in pain.
Her eyes burned with fury as she spat through gritted teeth, “This wound will destroy my medical career. Patients will suffer because of this. Even that old Wheeler woman won’t survive!”
Neil’s gaze turned razor-sharp, his voice icy. “What did you just call my grandmother?”
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Katelyn felt a surge of anger. Carol meant the world to her—how dare this woman speak so disrespectfully? The imposter seemed to realize her mistake, her mouth snapping shut as regret flashed across her face.
Katelyn’s eyes remained locked on the woman, the gun steady in her hand, now aimed at the imposter’s head. “This is your second chance. Take off the mask, or you’ll lose your left hand too.”
A thin curl of smoke drifted from the barrel of the gun. Katelyn didn’t bluff—her words always carried weight.
Just then, Vincent spoke up, his tone calm, almost casual. “If she won’t talk, bring her down to the basement. She’ll eventually spill everything once we start using our special methods.” Official source is
His voice was as casual as if he were commenting on the weather, but every word was steeped in something dark and deadly.
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