Rainwater still clung to Michael Walter’s black leather gloves when he stepped out of the elevator onto the forty-third floor of the Aurelius Grand Hotel.The elevator doors slid open with a soft metallic chime, and a wave of warmth, orchestral music, and artificial laughter rolled toward him like something toxic. It struck him harder than the cold rain outside ever could.The ballroom stretched endlessly beneath towering crystal chandeliers that scattered golden light across polished marble floors.Expensive perfume lingered heavily in the air, blending with the scent of aged wine and wealth so excessive it almost felt rotten. Grayhaven’s elite moved gracefully through the crowd in tailored suits and diamond-covered gowns, smiling with the polished ease of people who had never feared consequences.Politicians laughed louder than necessary while billionaires exchanged handshakes that meant nothing. Women dressed in luxury whispered beside men whose signatures had destroyed thousands o

Elena Vale stared at the blood dripping from Michael Walter’s knuckles as it splashed steadily onto the fractured marble floor beneath him.The metallic scent of death saturated the ruined apartment. Bodies lay motionless across the room like shattered mannequins discarded after a violent performance.One man’s arm bent backward beside the destroyed kitchen island at an angle no living body could survive.Another remained slumped against the wall with terror permanently frozen across his face, his vacant eyes still staring toward the man who had killed him.And in the center of the destruction stood Michael, calm, controlled, and Untouched by panic.His breathing remained perfectly steady, and not a single trace of fear crossed his expression. Rainwater rolled slowly from the sleeves of his black coat while blood darkened his bruised knuckles, yet he looked less like a survivor of violence and more like someone entirely accustomed to it.Elena swallowed hard before speaking. “You kill

The tunnel collapsed as though the earth itself had chosen to bury him alive.Concrete rained downward in massive chunks while twisted steel shrieked through the underground station. Fire rolled violently across the ceiling, and the force of the explosion tore through the aging transit line with enough power to shake the entire structure.Michael Walter slammed into the ground hard enough to drive the air from his lungs.Dust immediately consumed the darkness around him. Thick clouds of ash and pulverized concrete swallowed everything until the station disappeared beneath suffocating gray ruin.For several seconds, the only sound came from the distant groan of shifting debris somewhere overhead. The silence that followed was not peaceful. It carried the crushing weight of a tomb.Michael coughed violently and spat blood onto broken concrete as pain spread through his ribs like fire. Above him, fractured support beams continued to creak under impossible pressure, threatening another co