A young man lay flat and lifeless on a state-of-the-art operating table in a small lab. The laboratory was a sterile, well-lit room filled with advanced medical equipment. The young man's eyes had been plucked out, and his abdomen was partially open—the skin not entirely cut, but peeled back enough to reveal the inside.A short distance away, a medical tray was cluttered with bloodied surgical tools, scalpels, forceps, and the like. What stood out the most were the two eyeballs placed neatly on the tray, wide open, eerily staring down at the body that lay lifelessly on the table.Sitting on a metallic chair at the far edge of the small lab was an old man. His wrinkled face and thinning white hair made him look ancient, almost out of place, but the lab coat he wore and the glasses perched on his nose suggested he belonged there. The specks of blood on his coat proved that he was the one who had operated on the body. He typed away at a computer, his back turned to the lifeless figure on

"What have you done."The hunchback old man shouted, at the second youngest man in the room, who was visibly shaking with sweat rolling down his face. "It...it... was him, he put me up to this, saying Uche had not bled once since he started this job, so he told me to do this."The second youngest man said with a shaky voice, as he pointed at one of the middle aged men, who were operating the large circular saw. "Idiot, I only ask to find a way to injure him so he could bleed, after all, he's the only one who hadn't gotten any wound since starting this job, but you have gone too far."The middle aged man argued, with a hint of worried on his face. "Take him to the hospital, now."The old man shouted, as Uche was still screaming in pain. But just as they move towards him, he stopped screaming, then picked up his severed arm with his other arm, he took a few steps back, towards the exit, and said with tears rolling down his face. "No need to take me to the hospital, I guess it's my

Escaping from his pursuers, Uche continue running forward without looking back, not even to spare his savior a glance, he was even wary of the mysterious figure more than his pursuers, so he just wanted to get away from whoever they might be and outrun them as far as possible, but to his surprise, the person was much more faster than he had thought.They suddenly stopped right in front of him, blocked his mouth and dragged him into a corner to the left, where a stairway could be seen, leading downward, they hid behind it while the figure held Uche tightly, then several men could be seen running towards where they had escaped from. After the men had completely left their view, running into the passage the two had just left, the figure finally freed Uche, giving him a breathing room. Then the black helmet on the figure head was slowly removed, revealing the delicate face of a beautiful young woman, long black hair flustered backward as she swings her head, with the helmet under her ar

Waking up the next morning, Uche couldn't keep his worry off his mind, he had thought having a good sleep will make him forget everything that had happened, but it didn't work at all, in fact, it's almost as if he slept in the depth of his worries, only waking up to depression. Uche didn't know what to do. He was trying his best to stay away from the world as possible, hide himself while living a peaceful live, but now, the organ trafficking gangs are on his back, and sooner or later, he would be revealed to the world. Not only that, but a serial killer also has one of his eyes, making him share sight with the psycho.That's just too.... incredible.Uche would've love leaving the city as soon as possible, but sharing his sight with a gruesome killer is not something he wants to live with. If he couldn't get his eye back, he at least wished for the bastard to get caught or worse, be killed, so he could flee peacefully. With his worry haunting him down, Uche decided to find more info

Seeing the round-bellied man, Uche thought he had made a mistake. Maybe he had lost his target and followed the wrong person into the restroom. But remembering that he had seen a young man in a black suit enter the restroom, he was sure he hadn't made a mistake.He had a feeling the man was pulling tricks on him. Who knew—maybe he had the power to shapeshift and morph into any appearance he wished? What else could have made him invincible all these years the cops had been after him? What else could have kept his identity a mystery if not the power to change his appearance?But Uche didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to believe something like that could exist—not only would it make it impossible for him to retrieve his eye, but it would also mean the bastard could operate freely without ever being caught, just like in the years before his long hiatus.He didn't want to believe it, and that was why he didn't attack the man outright or accuse him of being the culprit. Instead, he