Virelle's POV
There was no reaction from him. My confusion turned to alarm as I realized something was deeply wrong.
"Big Brother," I called softly, signaling him with a look. He followed my gaze and observed Ethan's vacant expression.
He frowned, his brow furrowed in deep thought. "What's going on with him?" he muttered.
"I don't know," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "But this isn't normal. It's like he's… trapped somewhere."
Big Brother placed a firm hand on Ethan's shoulder and shook him. When that failed to elicit any response, his frown deepened. After a moment of hesitation, he clenched his fist, clearly deciding on a more drastic measure.
"Wait! What are you—" My words caught in my throat as Big Brother's fist connected with Ethan's face, the impact sending him stumbling backward.
Instinctively, I reached out and caught him, my arms slipping under his to stabilize him.
