Jared was busy reminiscing on what transpired last night, he was on a chopper flying towards the zoldyk mountain... His home. The Zoldyk moutain is the base of operation of the Zoldyk family and obviously where they reside. It is isolated from the world with a very vast ocean first, and then a thick forest crawling with dangerous wild beast and animals that only obey the Zoldyk family and their butlers. Anyone who attempts to goes there and is not Zoldyk associated never comes back alive, as such the mountain was tagged the assassins moutain A. k. A ( moutain of no return.) A secret and inhumane mansion lay in the middle of the moutain protected by very well trained assasin butlers. One alone was able to annihilate a gang of one hundred and fifty well armed men who trespassed on the Zoldyk moutain without breaking a sweat and that only was a small percentage of what an actual Zoldyk member was capable off. No one dares go there. The Zoldyk territory was invisible. Nobody kn

Olivia's world was tumbling around her. Framed for a murder she didn't commit, she was met with skepticism and distrust at every turn. The evidence, though fabricated, seemed irrefutable. And now, even her lawyer, her last hope, had abandoned her. "You must plea for insanity," her lawyer urged, his voice laced with a mix of sympathy and resignation. "It's your only chance. Even if you didn't commit the murder. No way you're getting out of this without solid evidence" "Please, consider it", her lawyer added persuasively. But Olivia refused everything due to her determination fueled by her innocence. "I didn't do it," she insisted, her voice firm like a diamond. "I won't lie and say I'm insane. I want to prove my innocence. Eddy and Lilith framed me. They've never liked me, maybe because they want fathers wealth". "Will you bring your voice down, that's some serious allegation there when you have no evidence", her lawyer, Mr Wilson cut her off. With that he sighed, shaking his

Few hours later, Olivia's eyelids fluttered open, her mind foggy from the effects of the sedative she had been injected with. She was met with the opulent décor of a luxurious bedroom, the plush carpet and velvet drapes, a stark contrast to the cold, harsh reality she'd faced just hours before. As she struggled to sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over her. She grasped the edge of the bed, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of her captors. But she was alone. Her gaze fell upon a television screen mounted on the wall, the news anchor's voice droning in the background. Olivia's heart skipped a beat as she saw her own face plastered on the screen, accompanied by the haunting headline: "Heiress Olivia Found Dead in Tunnel Ambush By An Unknown One Man Squad Assasin" A chill ran down her spine as memories of the events leading up to her capture came flooding back. The masked assassin, the Doppler ganger, the feeling of being dragged away from the convoy... it all seemed like a su