Inside a large, gloomy room, desperate cries and pleas filled the room as up to six people knelt on the cold floor, hands clasped, faces streaked with tears and terror, begging the man who lounged indifferently in the chair before them.“Please… just a little more time!”“We’ll pay, we swear… we only need a bit longer!”“I promise we’ll settle everything soon… just give us more time!”The man’s expression darkened with each repetition. Finally, anger boiled over and he slammed his hand on the table beside him.“More time?!” he bellowed and a sudden, unnatural gust ripped through the room. Everyone gasped as a sudden invisible pressure slammed into them. They clutched their chests in pain, blood dripping from their nose.Kimberley Vale trembled among them, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as she wiped the blood off her nose.“‘More time, more time’, that’s all I ever hear from you,” the man snarled. “How many extensions do I have to grant before you finally pay back what you owe

Eric remained standing where he was, arms crossed, quietly watching to see exactly what Devin was capable of. He had never truly witnessed what each Anchor could do in a real fight.“STOP!!” Devin yelled as he walked forward.The beating halted instantly and every head snapped toward him.Caldus’s eyes narrowed in recognition. “You. The son of a bitch who actually dared lay a hand on me.” A cruel grin spread across his face. “Perfect timing. Now I get to show you exactly who you fucked with.”He charged.Devin simply raised his left hand. “Still making the same mistake are we?”Caldus locked up mid-stride, body rigid, muscles quivering violently beneath his skin. He couldn’t move an inch.The rest of the crew surged forward with shouts and raised fists.Devin flicked his right hand sideways, almost casually.An invisible wave slammed into them. Men flew backward in every direction screaming, crashing into walls, pavement, and each other. Bodies hit the ground hard and stayed down.Eri

Kenton Residence – Evening In an unexpected shift, Oscar Kenton summoned both his sons to the dining table for dinner. Calvin and Elliot took their usual seats across from each other, the silence between them thick and uncomfortable. Maids moved quietly around the table, placing plates and filling glasses before retreating. No one spoke at first. Forks and knives scraped softly against porcelain as they began to eat. From the head of the table, Oscar broke the quiet by suddenly asking. “How’s your friend doing?” Calvin and Elliot exchanged a quick, uncertain glance, neither sure which of them their father meant. “I’m speaking to you, Calvin,” Oscar clarified, eyes fixed on Calvin. Calvin blinked, caught off guard. Since when does he ask about my friends? He let out a short, awkward laugh. “Steven and Kevin are both doing fine, Dad.” Oscar’s expression didn’t change. “I’m not asking about them. I mean… the Vale boy.” Elliot discreetly looked away, quietly wondering why the