In the latest explosive twist shaking General Hospital to its core, new spoilers reveal that Anna Devane’s nightmare is only just beginning. What started as an already harrowing abduction

has now spiraled into a psychological warzone, forcing Anna to confront the darkest shadows of her past — and the demons she believed were gone forever. With Pascal emerging

from the shadows as the architect of a horrifying new conspiracy, the stakes for Anna, Port Charles, and the world she has fought to protect are higher than ever.

Anna’s captivity began quietly, hidden in a concrete room where time had dissolved and certainty had slipped through her fingertips. But when Pascal entered that dim chamber, the atmosphere transformed instantly. His presence wasn’t simply intimidating — it was suffocating, oppressive, the kind of cold that seeps into a person’s bones. The door clanged shut behind him like a tomb sealing, and Anna’s instincts were sharp enough to know she was facing something far more sinister than a simple kidnapper.

Pascal moved with the reverence of a zealot, not a captor, as though he’d stepped into a sacred temple rather than a prison cell. His gaze wasn’t fixated on her as a person, but as a vessel — a repository of secrets connected to Faison, a man whose legacy Anna had spent years trying to erase. To Pascal, Anna was not merely a prisoner. She was a key. A map. A living archive of everything he needed to resurrect the darkness Faison once ruled with chilling brutality.

And as he spoke, Anna realized with terrifying clarity that Pascal wasn’t following any orders issued by Sidwell or any criminal organization. His obsession transcended money, hierarchy, and loyalty. He had become consumed by the idea that Faison had left behind hidden operations, encrypted networks, psychological blueprints, and unfinished horrors waiting to be revived. Pascal believed he was destined — chosen — to bring that legacy back to life. And to do so, he needed Anna.

Despite her exhaustion, Anna saw immediately that Pascal wasn’t driven by logic. He was driven by myth. By a fantasy he had pieced together from fragments of archives, half-buried case files, rumors, and the distorted echoes of Faison’s crimes. The man standing before her was no longer tethered to reality. He was a disciple seeking validation from the one person he believed could confirm his destiny.

The cell seemed to shrink as Pascal’s questions sharpened, each one more pointed and feverish than the last. He wasn’t interrogating her for information. He was begging her to confirm his beliefs — beliefs that had become a kind of religion to him.

And then came the revelation that nearly shattered Anna’s composure.

Pascal spoke two names — names Anna never expected to hear again in any world grounded in reality.

Alex. And Peter.

He spoke them with a certainty so chilling that Anna’s blood ran cold. Alex Devane, the twin whose existence had once dismantled Anna’s identity down to its foundations, and Peter August, Valentin’s fractured son and the living reminder of Faison’s legacy, were alive. Not only alive — but being molded, reshaped, conditioned as weapons.

Pascal wasn’t simply aware of their survival.

He was orchestrating it.

In a tone disturbingly reverent, Pascal described how he had unearthed psychological conditioning methods hidden deep in Faison’s archives — techniques meant to destroy individuality, rewire loyalty, and fracture identity until the subject was no longer a person, but an instrument. He boasted of emotional reprogramming. Neural destabilization. Memory fragmentation. And he spoke of these atrocities not as crimes, but as achievements.

Pascal saw himself not as a follower of Faison’s legacy, but as its evolution.

Alex, unstable, vengeful, and forever hungry for power, was already proving susceptible to his influence. Her memories were splintering, leaving gaps Pascal eagerly filled with new directives. And Peter — always yearning for purpose, struggling against the shadows of his lineage — was even further along. His internal conflict was dissolving into loyalty to Pascal’s grand design.

Together, Alex and Peter formed a combination more volatile than anything Port Charles had ever faced: intelligence sharpened into violence, instability shaped into strategy, and emotional wounds transformed into weapons.

But for Pascal, this was only the beginning.

His endgame was Port Charles.

He envisioned the town as the perfect battleground — the birthplace of chaos, trauma, and transformation. A place where old wounds could be ripped open and new terror could grow roots. Through Alex and Peter, Pascal intended to restore fear to its rightful throne, to unleash a new dynasty of psychological warfare that would surpass even Faison’s darkest ambitions.

For Anna, the weight of this revelation was crushing. Pascal didn’t merely want to recreate Faison’s empire. He wanted to surpass it with a network of reengineered operatives — people stripped of their memories and reconstructed through trauma into new instruments of control. His plan extended far beyond Port Charles. And Alex and Peter were the prototypes.

Yet in that moment of overwhelming dread, something inside Anna ignited.

Survival.

Not merely for herself, but for the countless lives hanging in the balance. She knew now that she could no longer wait for rescue. Every second she remained captive was another second Pascal’s monstrous blueprint moved closer to completion. She began analyzing the cell — every vibration, every footstep, every mechanical hum. She pieced together potential escape routes the way a strategist rebuilds a broken battlefield.

And deep beneath the fear, she clung to a single name.

Valentin.

He would be searching for her. He always sensed danger before others did. And when she escaped, he would be the first she turned to, because the truth she carried would destroy him — and yet only he had the strength to face it. The revelation that Peter, his son, was alive and being forged into a weapon was enough to shatter any man. And Alex’s return would tear through Port Charles like a hurricane.

But the city deserved to know the truth. And only Anna could deliver it.

As Pascal stepped out of the cell, breathless from his own delusions, Anna felt her strength return. The terror remained — but so did her resolve. She would escape. She would warn Port Charles. And she would stop Pascal before his twisted vision could consume everything she loved.

Because this time, the nightmare wasn’t resurrecting itself from the past.

It was being engineered in real time.

And it was coming for all of them.