“Where to?” Jack asked.Lord Leo smirked. “Remember when I tackled that meathead?”Jack narrowed his eyes. “Yeah?”“I planted a tracker in his coat.”Jack’s eyes lit up. “You sneaky genius.”Leo turned the screen toward him. A blinking red dot pulsed on the GPS.“Let’s go find the judge.”And with that, the SUV surged forward, slicing through the fog like a missile.Meanwhile… In a Shadowed Room…Darkness clung to the room like rot. Damp stone walls, a single dim bulb swaying from the ceiling, and the stale stench of mildew.Judge Emory sat bound in the corner, hands tied, blood on his brow, his voice hoarse from shouting.“Please!” He coughed out. “I’ll pay you… name the amount. Just let me go!”A door creaked.One of the masked men stepped in. “Shut up.”Judge Emory flinched. “I have a family… I’ll pay double!”From the hallway, a cruel laugh echoed closer. Then a familiar silhouette emerged.Alric Dagon.He stepped into the room, clapping slowly, followed by his personal Hen

It was late evening, and the main sitting room of the Williams Mansion glowed with the soft golden hue of chandelier lights. The walls, lined with vintage books and framed family portraits, seemed to pull the room into a hush as the television dominated everyone's attention.On the plush Victorian-style couch sat Lord Williams, legs crossed, a tumbler of brandy untouched in his hand. Beside him, Mrs Beatrice clutched a silk shawl around her shoulders, her face pale and drawn. Anna, their daughter, curled beside her mother with a throw pillow tucked beneath her arm, while Clark leaned forward on the edge of a separate leather seat, elbows on knees, eyes fixed on the screen.The news was breaking and the voice of the female news anchor filled the space with grim gravity."Good evening. In a shocking turn of events, Blue Heavens was rattled earlier today by the arrest of Crime Boss Wayne, also identified as Alric Dagon. The arrest follows the tragic death of Judge Emory, whose lifeless

The grand oak staircase spiraled down in quiet elegance as Jack and Emilia descended side by side. Emilia’s hair was still damp, tucked behind her ears, and Jack, freshly changed, had an oddly satisfied glow to him. They exchanged knowing glances, their hands brushing briefly before falling naturally to their sides.As they entered the main sitting room, the air shifted with expectation.Lord Williams sat comfortably in his armchair, cane resting against the mahogany table beside him, a gentle but observant gaze fixed on the couple. Mrs Beatrice was sipping a cup of tea beside him, with Clark lounging on a cushioned sofa, one leg draped over the other. Anna was flipping casually through a magazine but looking up just in time to spot the pair entering.Lord Williams raised an eyebrow. “Well then.” He began, his voice mild but inquisitive.“What were you two doing upstairs for so long?”Jack’s mouth opened. His confidence from earlier vanished as he began to stammer.“We… uh… we wer

Sunlight pierced through the long satin curtains that billowed lazily from the morning breeze. Jack stirred beneath his cotton sheets, his chest rising and falling faster than usual. Sweat clung to his skin, not from the heat,but from the dream. He sat upright, his breathing jagged, his eyes searching the room like a man who had just survived a nightmare.Silence fell again.He exhaled, pushing himself off the bed. His bare feet touched the cold marble floor. Without saying a word, he made his way into the bathroom.Inside, the sound of rushing water filled the space as Jack stepped under the warm spray of the shower. He stood still, letting the heat calm his nerves and loosen the tension in his shoulders. His fingers combed through his wet hair, slowly, rhythmically. Every now and then, his brow furrowed as echoes of the dream slipped back into his mind,his father’s voice, the warning and the drowning silence.After the shower, Jack dried himself with a fresh white towel, then reach

The humid air of Italy clung softly to Jack's skin as he and Lord Leo stood outside the grand Italian hotel, bathed in the orange-pink hue of the setting sun. The tracker in Jack’s hand blinked softly,Scott’s signal had just resurfaced after hours of silence. His thumb trembled slightly as he pressed the green button, waiting for a miracle voice to break the eerie silence.“Hello?” The familiar voice came through.Jack’s heart lifted instantly. “Scott?”But it was a cruel twist of irony. The line continued:“I’m just kidding. Please leave a message,I’m currently not available.”A mechanical beep followed.Jack’s chest tightened. “Shit!” He snapped, lowering the phone from his ear.Lord Leo, standing beside him, raised his brows. “Didn’t connect?”“No.” Jack muttered in frustration. “Voicemail again.” His eyes darkened, his lips drawing into a tight line. “I need to find him.”He turned to walk, but Lord Leo caught his arm gently. “Find him? How are you planning to do that?”