The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 404

**TITLE: The Perfect 404**
**Chapter 404**

“I found him like this,” Hunter murmured, his voice barely audible as we approached the unsettling scene. “You really need to see this.”

Curiosity piqued, I leaned in slightly, my heart racing as I peered around the corner. There, in front of one of the cells, stood Alexander. He appeared to be deeply engrossed in a conversation, gesticulating animatedly as if he were locked in a passionate debate with someone who wasn’t there.

The cell was, however, entirely empty. It was a desolate space, devoid of any presence, yet Alexander continued to speak. His pacing back and forth suggested a fervor that was both alarming and heartbreaking.

My brows furrowed in disbelief as I glanced at Hunter, who stood beside me, his hands nervously twisting together. “That was Gabriel’s cell. He’s… he’s dead,” he explained, his voice heavy with a cocktail of sorrow and apprehension.

A tight knot formed in my stomach at the mere mention of Gabriel. He had been brought back to life by Margaret, only to meet his untimely end shortly after I had taken her life. It was as if fate had conspired against him; he had dropped lifeless in his cell, echoing the tragic fate of Julie. Both had been mere puppets of Margaret, and the dark energy that had animated Gabriel had fled the moment Margaret drew her last breath.

So why was Alexander standing there, seemingly having a heartfelt reunion with an empty cell?

My mind raced back to the previous night: Alexander’s hallucination in the bedroom, the shadowy figure he claimed to have seen lurking in the corner. And how could I forget the incident at the hospital when he had insisted he saw someone in the hallway?

Without fully grasping the gravity of the situation, I stepped closer, my heart pounding in my chest as I softly cleared my throat.

“Alexander?” I tried to infuse warmth into my voice, hoping to avoid startling him. “Who are you talking to, love?”

He turned to me, confusion etched across his face. “I’m talking to…” His eyes narrowed as he registered the shock on my face. Suddenly, a look of recognition washed over him, and with a sharp intake of breath, he whipped his head back towards the vacant cell. “Gabriel.”

Before I could respond, Alexander gripped his head, fingers raking through his disheveled hair in a display of agitation. “Shit. It’s happening again—he’s dead, isn’t he?”

I nodded slowly, my heart heavy with the weight of the truth. “Yes, Alexander. He died the other night. You witnessed his body being taken away.”

“Shit. Fuck. Shit.” Alexander turned back to me, his eyes wide with distress and disbelief. “Ella, I think we need to call the doctor.”

“I think so, too,” I replied, my stomach churning with unease.

An hour later, we found ourselves in the sanctuary of Alexander’s study, the door firmly shut behind us. Dr. Evelyn sat there, her notepad poised in her hands, meticulously examining him. She asked a series of questions, her brow furrowed in concentration as she ran various tests to assess his mental state.

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