The storage room was silent but alive with menace, its humming fluorescent lights casting shadows that seemed to move with a mind of their own. Lena stood frozen, every nerve in her body lit with dread. The table in front of her looked like something out of a nightmare - scalpels, sutures, syringes, vials of unidentified chemicals labeled with cryptic initials. But what stole her breath was what lay beneath the white sheet beside it.

A body.

Her fingers trembled as she reached out, lifting the sheet.

It wasn't a cadaver. The boy underneath was alive - barely. A second-year medical student named Kyle. She recognized his face from lectures, always quiet, always late, never one to draw attention.

Now, his eyes fluttered open, glassy and filled with fear.

"Lena?" he rasped, blood crusted around his lips. "Please? help me."

She took a step back, nausea rising. His abdomen had been crudely cut open and stapled closed again, like some sick experiment. Tubes ran from his veins to a pump on the table, as if he'd been turned into a human lab rat.

The terrorist leader stepped behind her, arms folded.

"He was operated on last night. Your brother wanted to test your limits. You'll continue the work. Take the organ out? and keep him alive while you do it."

Lena stared at him, horror mounting. "That's murder."

"No," the leader said coolly. "It's medicine. Evolution. This is the future of war-zone surgery. Your brother believes in breaking boundaries. You should too."

Her mind screamed at her to fight back. But Kyle was looking at her, silently pleading. And she knew - if she refused, they'd bring in someone else. Someone worse. Maybe even Rachel next.

Swallowing back bile, Lena forced herself to focus. She was going to do this. But not for them. For Kyle. To keep him alive. To buy time.

"Scalpel," she said quietly, holding out her hand.

Behind her, the leader smirked. "Now you're learning."

---

Meanwhile, back in the control room, Theo stood behind a wall of monitors, each one displaying different parts of the campus. Hostages. Gunmen. And Lena.

A bearded man stepped into the room, arms crossed. Dominic - an ex-intelligence operative, now mercenary, and the true military mind behind the operation.

"She's tougher than I thought," Dominic said, nodding toward Lena on the screen. "You sure she's not going to crack?"

Theo's jaw tensed. "She won't."

Dominic studied him for a moment. "You're playing a dangerous game, kid. Using family like this. Most people would've killed her first, not dragged her into the fold."

Theo didn't respond. His eyes remained locked on the screen, watching every tremble of Lena's hand as she carefully reopened Kyle's incision.

"She's stronger than anyone realizes," Theo said finally. "But she's been living in a delusion. I'm waking her up."

Dominic raised an eyebrow. "You think she'll join you?"

"I don't need her to join me," Theo replied. "I just need her to stop pretending she's better than me."

---

Thirty Minutes Later

Lena's gloves were soaked in blood. Kyle was unconscious again, his vitals barely holding. She had managed to clean the wound and re-stitch the incision, but the damage done by the initial procedure was extensive.

She had done all she could.

The door creaked open, and Theo stepped in, closing it behind him. He was alone this time.

She looked up at him, eyes wild.

"You're insane," she said, standing shakily. "You're sick. You turned a medical school into a torture lab. You let them - no, you made me do this!"

Theo didn't flinch. Instead, he walked over to Kyle and examined the boy's pale face.

"You kept him alive," he said softly, almost admiringly. "That's impressive."

"Don't patronize me."

He looked at her then, and something shifted in his expression. A flicker of emotion. Regret? Pity? It was gone too fast to tell.

"You were always the better surgeon," he said. "But you never had vision."

Lena laughed bitterly. "Vision? You think this is visionary? You think mutilating people is going to change the world?"

Theo took a breath, and his voice lowered. "I don't expect you to understand. Not yet. But I'm building something. Something bigger than both of us."

Lena narrowed her eyes. "This isn't about medicine. This is about you. You needed control. You needed power. And you needed to prove something to me."

For the first time, Theo looked unsettled.

"You always got the praise," Lena continued, her voice rising. "You were the genius, the golden boy - but when people looked at me, they saw potential. And it scared you, didn't it?"

His silence was confirmation enough.

Lena stepped forward, her face inches from his. "You want me to break? To become like you? It won't happen."

Theo's eyes darkened. "We'll see."

Then he turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him.

---

Elsewhere, underground?

Dominic moved through the abandoned tunnels beneath the university, accompanied by two masked operatives. They reached a reinforced door and unlocked it.

Inside: a group of ten hostages.

Faculty. Admin. A security guard. And - unknown to Lena or Theo - Dr. Adrienne Park, their old neuropsych professor. She was chained but calm, eyes sharp.

Dominic crouched in front of her.

"Your star students are rewriting the syllabus upstairs," he said with a grin.

Dr. Park didn't flinch. "If you think psychological warfare is sustainable, you're already losing."

Dominic chuckled. "This isn't warfare. This is transformation."

But Dr. Park leaned forward slightly. "And people like Theo? They always self-destruct. The question is? will he take his sister with him when he does?"

Dominic's smile faded.