The MILLIONAIRE’S SON was BLIND… until a LITTLE GIRL pulled something from his eyes that no one could have ever imagined…

Ricardo, meanwhile, stood frozen in fear and disbelief.

“Security! Grab that girl!” he finally shouted.

Sofía didn’t even blink. Calmly, she opened her palm.

The tiny dark creature, already drying in the sunlight, let out a high, almost inaudible screech.

Then it jumped.

Not toward Ricardo—but straight onto the marble floor.

“Don’t step on it,” Sofía warned sharply. “If you crush it here, the spores will activate. It’ll burst.”

Ricardo stopped instantly. The guards froze several meters away.

The creature began moving with unnatural speed, sliding toward the shadow cast by the grand piano—seeking darkness.

“What the hell is that?” Ricardo gasped.

“A Nocturne,” Sofía replied, watching the dark trail it left behind. “They live where light has been forcibly shut off.”

Mateo spoke then—the blind boy was the only one thinking clearly.

“It’s not the only one,” he said hoarsely. “My other eye burns. Like a ghost of light.”

The realization hit Ricardo like a shock. If there was one parasite… then there had to be another.

Sofía ran to the piano and knelt, staring at a small opening near the base.

“There’s a nest,” she whispered. “That one was just a scout. And its job wasn’t to steal your sight.”

Ricardo felt a deep, icy chill.

“Then what was its job?”

“To protect what you didn’t want to see,” Sofía replied, pointing into the wall cavity. “And now they know. We’re going to wake them all.”