The male doctor staggered forward, shaking.

Male Doctor: “That movement… he shouldn’t—he CAN’T—”

The billionaire’s face tightened with panic.

Sweat rolled down his temple.

The boy didn’t look away from him even for a second.

Boy: “So why were you pretending?”

The question hit harder than the stone ever did.

No answer came.

Only the sound of machines.

BEEP… BEEP… BEEP…

Then—

The male doctor noticed something strange inside the torn cast lining.

A hidden seam.

Carefully stitched.

Wrong.

He reached in slowly.

Male Doctor (low voice): “…there’s something inside this.”

The female doctor stepped back.

Female Doctor: “That wasn’t part of the medical cast…”

His fingers pulled out a sealed plastic packet—taped deep under layers of padding.

Everyone froze.

The billionaire’s breathing broke.

Billionaire (shaking): “No… don’t open that…”

The boy took one step closer.

The doctor slowly unfolded the paper inside.

His eyes widened instantly.

Male Doctor (whispering): “…what is this?”

The female doctor leaned in—

Her face drained of color.

And in that moment—

The billionaire’s entire “injury” stopped being the shocking part.

Because the paper revealed something far worse than a broken bone.

The boy stepped forward again, voice colder than before:

Boy: “Now tell them what you did.”

The billionaire opened his mouth—

But before a single word came out…

CUT TO BLACK.