“You have been training since yesterday, Lucas… I think it's high time you took a rest," Lucas’s master said as he stepped into the room, holding a small tray in his hands. His eyes shifted to Lucas who was moving push ups without a pause.“And you have even refused to eat anything since yesterday,” the old man continued. He walked closer to Lucas and gently placed the tray on a wooden stool nearby. “You shouldn’t kill yourself just because you’re planning revenge on your parents' killer. What you need is not just strength, but strategy. Planning is more important than punching the air until your arms fall off.”Lucas paused and looked at his master. Then, he let out a faint smile and stretched his arms out wide before standing upright.“The one who killed my father didn’t hesitate when he had the chance,” Lucas said, bowing respectfully to the old man. “So why should I hesitate… when I finally get the chance to kill….”But before he could finish his sentence, the old man stepped for

The large lecture hall gradually started emptying as students slowly made their way toward the exit, murmuring among themselves about the day’s lesson. The hall was filled with a mix of voices, the scraping of chairs, and the soft rustling of papers being packed away. At a corner of the hall, Lucas Ross sat quietly, going through a handout, his eyes completely focused on the material in front of him.Just as he turned to the next page, a gentle voice interrupted his concentration.“Can you please help me with my assignment? I don't even understand what the professor explained.”Lucas looked up, slightly startled. Standing beside him was a young woman in her early twenties. Her long gown flowed gently around her feet, and on them was a pair of shiny shoes..The girl gave him a soft smile and extended her hand toward him.“Hello. My name is Sophia,” she said warmly.Lucas quickly wiped his hand on his trousers, feeling a bit nervous, and reached out to shake her hand. He smiled faintly,

BlackHood entered majestically into the large warehouse, his black boots echoing loudly on the concrete floor. His sharp eyes scanned the room as he approached a group of his men standing in a formation near the center of the warehouse.Stopping in front of them, he raised his hand in a casual wave. “How are you guys doing?” he asked, his voice calm. “Has everyone been assembled?”“Yes, sir,” the men responded in unison, bowing down respectfully to him.BlackHood smiled faintly, pleased with the order and discipline. He slowly lowered his hand, keeping his gaze fixed on the group. “Good. Meet me at the hall”Beside him stood his personal bodyguard, a tall and muscular man dressed in a black suit. In his right hand, the bodyguard held a silver whistle, while a thick, black belt was held tightly with his left hand.When they reached the hall, BlackHood made his way to a raised platform and took his seat at the center. His bodyguard stood behind him, folding his arms together.BlackHoo

She stared at the shattered pieces for a moment before turning her gaze to the floor, her entire body shivering in fear. BlackHood stood up again, walking slowly in front of the group of girls, his hands behind his back.“I’ve been receiving reports,” he began,“that some of you are trying to seduce the men who guard this place. And you’re trying to make them fall in love with you in hopes of escaping.”He paused, studying the reactions of the girls. Some of the girls looked away as they made eye contact with him , while others stared at the ground.“I am warning every single one of you,” he continued. “That nonsense ends today. Anyone caught doing it will be severely punished. Do you understand me?”No one answered. He looked around the room slowly, shaking his head. He sat calmly on his chair, his fingers tapping slowly against the wooden armrest.“Before the end of today,” he added, “some of you will be transferred to the hotel. Once you get there, you’ll be given clear instructions

As the steel door locked shut with a heavy, echoing bang, murmurs started in the room. The girls inside the hostel began to shift nervously, their whispers turning into confusion and fear. Some of them, startled by the sudden noise and what had just occurred, rushed back to their designated places while others cuddled in small groups, talking quietly about what might happen next.In the middle of the mummer, a young woman in her early twenties rose from where she sat. Adjusting her blouse as she stood up, she moved closer Allesandra who was sitting near the far side of the room.“Why do you think you're better than the rest of us?” the girl asked, her voice loud enough to caught the attention of the mummer. She folded her arms, tilting her head slightly to the side as a mocking smirk spread across her face.“What makes you so special, huh?”Allesandra slowly lifted her gaze to the girl.“Were you not born like the rest of us?” the girl continued, moving a step. “Do you think you are