บท 109: A warning.

Taking a deep breath, he fights to calm himself, the tension in his muscles coiling tighter like a spring.

He opens his left hand, revealing a locket that feels both familiar and foreign. The delicate metal glints in the dim light of his room, and he cradles it gently, his thumb tracing the intricate designs etched on its surface.

When he flips it open, a wave of nostalgia washes over him.

Inside is a photograph of a younger girl with curly dark hair and a mischievous smile—Robin, before the surgery, before the transformation.

_So beautiful_

Her eyes stare back at him, a ghost of the past.

"Please, don't abandon me," Ramsey whispers, cradling the locket as if it were a precious relic. "I've been a loyal dog, haven't I? I've always been there for you."

His fingers trace the outline of the photo, a mix of longing and regret in his eyes.