The mansion in front of Marcus looked like a nightmare. It had once been a safe place, a sign of family. Now, it was where his pain began. The walls that had protected him as a child now seemed to echo with the sound of betrayal, and every step he took toward the front door felt like a step toward his own death.As he stepped over the threshold, memories of a simpler time clashed with the harsh truth he had found. It was all planned by his mother, the woman who had raised him. She had been the one who made Quincy rise to power, pulling the strings from behind the scenes.The mansion was eerily quiet inside. The dim light coming through the curtains made long shadows in the hall. Marcus's heart raced as he walked through the room, the weight of his past and the burden of his decisions weighing heavily on him. He had come looking for answers, but deep down, he was afraid the truth would break him.At last, he got to the room where his mother was waiting. She stood by the window with her

It was difficult to breathe in the silence after the explosion. The blast's sound had echoed through the city, marking the end of Quincy Knight's empire. But now that the dust had settled and the sounds of destruction had faded, Marcus was the only one left standing in the rubble. It felt like the detonator in his hand weighed a thousand pounds. The choice he made to destroy everything had a high cost.After he did what he did, he lost his mother, father, and friends. He had given up his family, friends, and past to get rid of the threat that was Quincy. The war was over, but the effects were just starting to show."Marcus," Malik's voice brought him back to reality. He turned to see his right-hand man, whose clothes were stained with sweat and blood but whose face was set. "It's over." Quincy is gone. But the city... the underworld... it's all messed up. People will fight to fill the power vacuum that exists now.Marcus nodded slowly, looking far away. He felt the heavy weight of lea