The nurse froze, her trembling hands slowly pulling the blanket higher. What she saw made her blood run cold. On his arm, hidden until now beneath the fabric, was a distinctive tattoo glinting under the dim light of the room.

It was a strange symbol: a serpent coiled around a sword, accompanied by words she couldn’t decipher. But that wasn’t what paralyzed her. She recognized the tattoo.

In an instant, a memory surfaced—her brother, Jackson, showing her that very same design years ago. He had told her it marked his membership in a mysterious group, a kind of secret society known as The Watchers, rumored to wield hidden influence in certain circles of power.

Jackson had vanished two years earlier, never revealing all the details of the organization.

Now, seeing that same tattoo on Hector—the unconscious man lying in her hospital bed—sent a shiver through her entire body. Was this just a coincidence? Or was there a hidden link between Hector and her missing brother?

A cold dread washed over her. If Hector truly belonged to The Watchers, then everything she thought she knew had just collapsed.