Vivienne looked pale as a ghost.

Clearly, it was time to fast-track the development of the new bomb detector. They could not afford another incident like this.

But Imogen's face was a tapestry of tension, and Vivienne noticed.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

Imogen shook her head, troubled. "No, there should be thirty-one... Yesterday, he found one..."

She reached up, touching the headband nestled in her hair-a gift from her beloved, cherished more than gold. Just yesterday, he had whispered to her with undying affection, "Your hair is your crowning glory, love. With this, you're even more radiant."

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Three seconds remained.

Tears welled in her eyes as she dashed out of the Ellington Mansion.

Vivienne and Percival had no time to react before a deafening explosion shook the air.

When the smoke cleared, only a shattered necklace remained on the ground. It was the token Richard had given to Imogen, a symbol of her acceptance into the Ellington family.

The bomb's force had vaporized Imogen instantly, like a plane plummeting from the sky, obliterating everything in its path.

Vivienne and Percival were frozen. If Imogen had not acted on her instincts, they, too, would have been reduced to nothing.

Not far away, in a parked car, Isolde burst into tears. She had watched her beloved aunt vanish, her waterfall of hair gone without a trace. Cecilia nestled into her husband's embrace.

Out of all Flynn's sins, Imogen was the most tragic victim-a solitary girl who vanished from existence without a last word, as if she had never been. Vivienne stepped outside; the air still held a tinge of fire powder. She picked up the unrecognizable necklace and wiped it clean with her hands. Richard exited the car, addressing Percival, "We owe her a dignified farewell. The Ellington family failed her."

Vivienne close, comforting her

the Ellington Mansion and raided Flynn's

Vivienne

the nightstand, everything untouched. The bed was made to perfection, two sets of clean pajamas folded

entangled in a button of Flynn's

untangled the hair, holding it between her fingers. Suddenly, her expression

the strand, something felt

approached, concerned at her uneasy

one of her own hairs and placed both strands in his hand. "Feel these. Notice anything

the hairs, and realization dawned

hair from Flynn's pajama

Elsewhere in Rivenwood.

returned to GTO headquarters, stretching her neck before firing

it was

meet again another

been there, they would have recognized her as

Meanwhile.

was nowhere

exposure with a traitor still lurking within the Nine Mystics Society. She turned to Draven and Matthew. "Search for any trace of Imogen in secret. Report back the moment

hesitated. "But Vivienne, isn't

her stern face, and accepted the

Vivienne's brows knitted together.

GTO and her connection to F-Poison remained a mystery-perhaps someone even more significant than Belle. Imogen

uncovered the secret of Imogen's feigned

they saw and the bomb that exploded were real, but the person

on the Ellington Mansion's gate.

coupled with smoke from the bomb to create a brief visual

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