The voice rang like the toll of Bell, silencing every conversation. The hall fell into a hush like a botanical ghost had emerged from a forgotten land. Silence! Dead silence!Everyone turned in the direction of the voice as though they were under the influence on a remote controller.Juliana gasped, her jaw dropping despite her broken lips. Her pain was forgotten at that moment.“Kane!" She mumbled, her eyes glistening, her hope rejuvenating, and a smile, which she had long lost returned to her lips— crooked but genuine.At that moment, she didn't remember the man standing at the door was the man she called useless and nobody. It was a moment of survival, and she would grasp at anything just to get out of the hellish hall and elude the torment from the unknown men.Kane was her lifeline now. Maybe... maybe he could help. But what was he doing here? He came for her?Isadora on the other hand was shocked to the marrow, her pupil dilated as though she'd seen a familiar phantom but neve

Ward 005 was quiet, the soft beeping of the heart monitor filled the air, beeping continuously. Kane sat on a chair near Isadora's bed, watching her slumber on the bed, his right elbow pressed on his knee while his chin rested on his fist. Concern etched over his face. Isadora's eyes twitched before it flickered open. Kane stood instantly, his face brightening with a sweet smile. Isadora winced in pain, her eyes heavy and tired. “Kane..” She called, her voice quieter and exhausted. “W—Where I'm I?" Her voice trembled slightly. Kane gently sat on the bed edges and held her hand, his smile warm. “That doesn't matter, Isadora. What matter is that you're safe now.” He said quietly, tightening her hand affectionately. Isadora stared at him, the scene at the Warehouse, streaming into her mind. Tears slipped from the corner of her eye to her cheek. Kane's smile faltered. He adjusted closer to her with worries and confusion mixing into a mask on his face. “What's the matter, Dora? Hav

“What's that?” Benjamin Finns asked, stepping back. The man, black gloved, held out a long bullet— pointed and seemingly deadly. Benjamin collected the bullet and observed it closely. Stone, his wingman stood beside him, gallant as a rock. Benjamin noticed the engraving on the copper bullet: 'EV 408 Cheytac' His eyes brightened, surprise and disbelief flashing. “Who we're up against is not an ordinary person.” He started thoughtfully, shaking the bullet gently. “This bullet is a custom-made, Cheytac M200 invention sniper. The deadliest inventions of snipers that can cover a maximum range over 2000m.” Benjamin looked around the warehouse. “The shooter is a groomed killer. A deadly one.” He said. Stone looked at the bullet. “But what business can the person have with the girl?” Benjamin dropped his hand to the side, his eyes thoughtful. His jaw tightened as he stated presumptuously. "I have a lot of enemies, and soon I'll eliminate them all.” He turned to Stone. “I want you to con

As Isadora laid chest down on the bed after having a quick bath, chest pressing down on the bed, her breath slow, hands pressed to her side. Mei held a massage bottle and poured a Little quantity in her palm. She tilted her palm slightly, allowing the oil to slip down to her back, rolling down viscously along her spine. Mei moved professionally, her palm gently pressing over her bare back, each move precise and soft, oil hissing beneath and spreading even more. Isadora rocked gently, groaning softly as Mei touches spread over her back. Suddenly, Mei leaned closer, her warm breath grazing her air. “Let me tell you a story, Ma.” She started, her voice whisper low and passionate. Mei flinched slightly to the closeness. “What story?" She said nonetheless. Mei smiled widely, her eyes lost and filled with longing. “I once had a friend. Beautiful. Just the kind of woman I want in my life. We shared things together, but we never shared emotions. I was planning to tell her when I lost h

IMPERIAL BANK. The bank stands out— a tower stand glasses and steel, glistening in the gentle morning sun. Running from the gigantic black gate is a double-way driveway. Security guards in deep blue uniform flanked the gate, each of them holding baton, black boot crunching forth and back on the asphalt as they performed security check on Cars. It is no rumour that imperial Bank is a fortress where billionaires, city movers, mogul and gigantic investors keep their fortunes. It is not just a place you waltz in, placing a thousand grand on desk for deposit. Clients here stack fortunes behind high-end secured safe... ....that is the second floor— a tier meant for the richest of the richest. As a new patron, to gain access to the second floor, you must have a minimum of one million dollars glowing in your account. The first floor gives access to other people. It wasn't biased— it is a declaration that the bank gives access to anyone but with certain qualifications. Inside of the upper