Ali and his companions waited in tense silence. Their plan was simple but dangerous, kidnap one of the guards who delivers food for Ali, force him to guide them to the exit. Ali knew they couldn't use the tunnel he came from, he checked before the others came here, the tunnel had disappeared, they needed to find another exit and escape before anyone noticed. Ali pressed his back against the wall beside the door, his muscles coiled tight. Across from him, Malik and Hadi stood ready, their eyes locked on the entrance. The soft shuffle of footsteps echoed outside, right on time. A sharp knock rattled the door. Now was their chance. As soon as the guard stepped inside, Malik yanked him forward by the collar while Hadi slammed the door shut behind him. The ghoul barely had time to react before Ali drove a fist into his gut, doubling him over. Malik followed with a brutal elbow to the back of his head, sending him crashing to the floor. "Talk," Ali growled, pressing a knee into the guar

The air hummed with tension as Baraka raised his hands, his eyes glowing. Tiny shards of broken weapons and debris lifted from the ground, spinning like a deadly storm around him. "You insects still think you stand a chance?" Baraka sneered, flicking his wrist. The metal shards whizzed through the air like bullets, forcing Haitham to raise his arms in defense as they sliced into his armor. Malik, seeing the attack coming, dove for his fallen war fan, fingers barely grasping the handle.With a powerful swing, Malik unleashed a gust of wind, blowing the projectiles off course. The metal scraps clattered harmlessly against the walls. "Nice try!" Malik grinned, panting. But Baraka wasn’t done. His fingers twitched, and suddenly, Malik’s own fan wrenched itself from his grip, the metal frame bending unnaturally. Before Malik could react, the fan slammed into his chest, sending him crashing into the stone wall behind him. Dust exploded from the impact as he groaned, sliding to the

Ali scrolled through job listings on his phone, his jaw clenched. After the HR said they’d docked his entire month’s pay he’d sworn he’d find something better. But "better" wasn’t exactly lining up to hire him. His thumb paused over an opening at a security firm. Maybe…A notification buzzed at the top of his screen. Hadi: come to the HQ. Now. Ali sighed. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be worse than this. He hadn’t planned on stopping by his old workplace. But when he saw his former manager, Nasim—leaning against the building’s entrance, smug as ever, Ali’s feet carried him forward before he could think better of it. Nasim’s smirk widened. "Look who’s back. It Ali the Knight." The title dripped with sarcasm. Ali kept his voice level. "You told the HR I was a slacker, that I was lying and skipping work on purpose!." Nasim shrugged. "Was I wrong? You vanished for days. No call, no warning. And this ‘Knight’ nonsense—" "I was on a mission," Ali snapped. "Right. And I’m the

Ali stood in the briefing room, the weight of his discovery heavy in the air. Hadi, Hazim, and Malik stood around the table, their expressions grim as Ali laid out what he had found. "This is what they’re hiding," Ali said, sliding his phone across the table. The screen displayed the grotesque images from the warehouse. Hazim’s face twisted in disgust as he picked it up. "Ya Allah…" He shook his head, jaw clenched. "I’ll inform the Association immediately. We need to shut this place down"Hadi crossed his arms, his usual calm demeanor edged with something darker, it was anger. "We’ve been searching for weeks," he said, voice low. "This is the same gang I sent you and Malik to investigate before, but we couldn’t pin anything on them. Now… it’s all clear." Ali frowned. "Wait, how did you even know they were up to something in the first place?"Hadi exhaled sharply. "Security footage from the night of the ghoul attack," he explained. "A masked man was seen speaking to one of the Gho

The headquarters was bustling with activity as Ali arrived, his eyes widening at the sight before him. The building was flooded with people, the line stretching out the door and spilling onto the sidewalk. He exhaled sharply, adjusting the folder in his hands as he tried to make his way inside, but the crowd was thick, bodies pressing in from all sides. Just as he considered the best way to navigate through, a familiar laugh caught his attention. Turning, he spotted Karim and Fadi standing near the entrance, their faces lighting up when they saw him. "Ali!" Karim called out, waving him over. "Over here!" A grin spread across Ali’s face as he pushed through the crowd toward them. "I should’ve known you two would be here," he said, clapping Fadi on the shoulder. "Of course!" Fadi replied, his usual enthusiasm undimmed by the long wait ahead. "As soon as we heard, there was no hesitation." Karim nodded, crossing his arms. "I called Fadi the second I got the news. And you know w