He holds a tiny black pill… then it *bleeds*. Not metaphor. Literal crimson ooze in his palm. That moment? Chilling. It’s not magic—it’s sacrifice. The robe man’s smirk after swallowing it says everything: pain is currency, and he’s paying in full. The suited man watches, stunned. This isn’t revenge. It’s legacy. 💔✨ Always A Father hits different.