Jack stood frozen for a moment, staring at the man whose face had been hidden behind the mask. His pulse quickened as the man's words echoed in his mind: "Your parents knew more than you think. They didn't just fight Hesta—they became a part of it. And so will you."The man's cold, calculating eyes held Jack's gaze, and for a brief moment, Jack wondered if this was all some elaborate trap. But the pain in the man's eyes seemed genuine. Jack's grip tightened on the figure's now-limp body."What do you mean, 'became a part of it'?" Jack demanded, trying to keep his voice steady despite the confusion and growing rage inside him.The man chuckled darkly, though it sounded more like a cough. He coughed again, as if something had been suppressed inside him for too long. "They didn't have a choice. Hesta isn't just an organization, Jack. It's a system of control, something older than anyone realizes. Your parents were brilliant, but they made a fatal mistake. They thought they could use Hesta's power to change the world. Instead, they were consumed by it."Jack's mind raced as the words sank in. Consumed by it. His parents hadn't just been researching gravity manipulation—they had been drawn into something far darker. Something that had been waiting for the right moment to emerge."You're lying," Jack said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're trying to turn me against my parents. They were murdered by people like you, and I'll make sure you pay for it."The man smiled bitterly. "You're already tangled in the web, Jack. You're a part of it now, just like they were. You've got their blood in you, and that means Hesta will find you, one way or another."Jack's heart pounded in his chest. This wasn't the answer he had been hoping for. He had expected to uncover the truth, to find justice for his parents. But now, it seemed like he had stepped into a game he didn't fully understand, one that was already too far beyond his reach.The man's face contorted in pain as he tried to sit up, his movements stiff and unnatural. "You're starting to understand," he rasped. "But there's more. Your parents weren't just working on gravity manipulation. They were unlocking something deeper—something that could either save or destroy us all.""Save or destroy?" Jack's voice cracked with disbelief. "What are you talking about? What do you know about my parents' work?"The man's eyes seemed to flicker with a moment of clarity. "They were trying to harness the power of gravity as a means to manipulate time itself. Hesta got to them before they could finish the project. Now they control it... but they won't let anyone else touch it."Jack's breath caught in his throat. Time manipulation? Was it even possible? Could his parents really have been working on something so unimaginable?The man shook his head, as if warning Jack to stay away from the truth. "You're already too deep, Jack. If you pursue this, you'll lose everything. Hesta controls more than you know. They don't just pull strings—they shape the world itself."Suddenly, there was a loud sound—an alarm, signaling the breach of security in the building. Jack's pulse raced. Someone was coming."Get out of here," the man said, his voice urgent now, though still strained. "You don't have much time. If they find you, there won't be any more questions, only consequences."Jack hesitated, his mind spinning. This man, this member of Hesta—had he just been a pawn himself? Or was there something more to this cryptic warning? There were too many unknowns, too many pieces of the puzzle still scattered.Without another word, Jack turned and bolted toward the back exit, his mind racing. Hesta was everywhere, and they had their eyes on him now. But he couldn't stop. Not until he understood what his parents had truly been a part of. And why they had been murdered for it.