Hans stood still for a moment after the waiter left. He stared at the table in front of him, a half-empty whiskey bottle and a cigarette butt still trailing smoke inside an ashtray. With a look of frustration mixed with panic, Hans grabbed the bottle and threw it into the steel trash bin in the corner of the room. The sound of breaking glass and metal echoed briefly, then silence took over again. "Now, let him in," Hans said softly to the waiter still waiting outside the door. The waiter nodded quickly and rushed down the hallway. Hans adjusted his tie. He took a deep breath and turned to face the door with a straight posture. His face, which had looked relaxed before, now changed into something serious and full of respect. Everyone in Mororw State knew Max. His name wasn’t just highlighted by the media as a national hero, but it had become a mysterious symbol of power untouched by both the law and the mafia. He was the man who saved Mororw State from militant attacks five years

The room was silent, until a soft clicking sound came from the corner of the ceiling.Then...Total darkness.The lights went out instantly. A brief humming sound came from the electrical current before everything was swallowed by shadows.Hans screamed in panic. “HEY! HEY!! The lights! Why did the lights go out?! IS ANYONE THERE?!” His voice echoed, nervous and trembling.He fumbled toward the door. “Riko?! Where are you?! Turn on the backup generator! RIKO?!”No response.Before anyone could react further—thup!A quiet shot pierced the silence.The man who had been standing beside Max, the same man Hans had hired to kill Aurora, suddenly jerked. Blood spurted from his neck, and his body collapsed silently to the floor.Hans, unable to see clearly in the dark, shouted again. “WHAT HAPPENED?! WHO GOT SHOT?!”Max, even in the complete darkness, did not panic. He stayed quiet, ducked low, and crawled quickly behind the large sofa in the corner of the room. His eyes could see far more th