Kane and Xavier are inside the clubhouse, their faces set with determination. They stand amidst an array of fencing trophies and historical swords displayed behind glass. "It's just like when we were kids," Kane says, gripping the hilt of an antique sabre. "Except this time, it's for real," Xavier responds, selecting his weapon of choice.

Kane and Xavier smash the glass cases, retrieving the swords of Giuseppe Radaelli and Settimo Del Frate. Their movements are fluid and precise, a testament to their years of training. "Remember our mark," Kane instructs his brother, tracing a 'K' in the air with his blade. Xavier nods, his eyes sharp with focus.

Xavier leads the way, his movements swift and calculated as he parries and strikes against the undead. Kane follows, his injuries slowing him down but not diminishing his resolve. "We have to reach Mother," Xavier urges, fighting through the throng of zombies.

Xavier rushes ahead, finding the staff in a state of panic. Their mother, once regal and commanding, is now restrained to her bed, her eyes vacant and her skin pallid. "Mother," Kane whispers, his heart heavy with grief.

Kane turns to Xavier, his voice steady despite the pain. "You must go on, Xavier. Protect yourself," he says, holding back tears. Xavier hesitates, torn between duty and love. Kane nods, understanding the weight of his brother's choice.

Xavier raises his sword, striking an 'X' in the air—their mark. The memory of Kane's sacrifice fuels his resolve as he steps into the fray once more, ready to face the monsters that await. "For Kane," he whispers, his voice a promise carried on the wind.