Chapter 37: Meeting again and the uninvited one.
As they turned to flee, Bayo's arms stretched out, fingers splayed. Once again, the Klansmen found themselves caught in a shared vision of their demise. This time, they saw themselves withering away, their bodies aging decades in mere seconds, crumbling to dust before their eyes. The hospital room around them seemed to age and decay alongside them, paint peeling and tiles cracking in an accelerated passage of time.
When they came to their senses, the Klansmen fled without a backward glance, their feet pounding against the hospital floor as they ran for their lives. The echo of their footsteps faded, leaving an eerie silence in their wake. They were unaware that their fates had already been sealed by Enigma X's subtle manipulations, their futures now intertwined with the consequences of their actions this evening.