2025-11-20 23:34:36The river spit Adrian out like it wanted nothing to do with him.
He washed ashore face-first in the mud of the Old Harbor District, coughing up freezing water, lungs burning like someone had poured acid down his throat. His clothes were heavy, soaked, sticking to him like chains.
The world tilted sideways when he tried to sit.
Cold.
So cold he couldn’t feel his fingers.
So weak he could barely push himself upright.
His vision wavered. Fog rolled over the black water behind him. The harbor cranes above looked like skeletal giants bowing in disappointment.
He didn’t know how long he drifted in that river.
Minutes.
Hours.
Years.
All he knew was that he should be dead.
And yet—he wasn’t.
Adrian dragged himself to the crumbling stone wall of the pier and leaned against it, shivering violently. Every bone felt cracked. Every muscle trembled.
He lifted his hand—fingers numb, blood mixing with river grime.
He was alive.
Barely.
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THE OLD HARBOR DISTRICT
He recognized the place, but only in broken fragments.
Rusting shipping containers stacked like tombs.
Barbed wire fences bent in ugly curves.
Abandoned warehouses with peeling paint and shattered windows.
And the smell—salt, oil, mold, and something rotting beneath it all.
Old Harbor.
A place where the city forgot its own people.
Where the poor fought rats for scraps and the rich dumped corpses where no one would look for them.
Thunder rolled overhead.
Adrian struggled to stand—
And that’s when he heard footsteps behind him.
Light.
Cautious.
Predatory.
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THE PETTY THIEF
A shadow emerged from behind a container—a young man, barely twenty, thin as a scarecrow, wearing two mismatched jackets and a bandana over his mouth.
He froze when he saw Adrian.
Then his eyes lit up.
Not with fear.
With opportunity.
He approached with a cheap blade in hand.
“Easy there, big guy,” the thief said, voice shaking with greed. “Look… you look like you’re having a really bad night. Why don’t I help lighten the load, huh? Boots. Jacket. Maybe whatever’s in your pockets.”
Adrian’s head hung. He didn’t answer. Couldn’t.
The thief stepped closer.
“You hear me?” he said louder, nudging Adrian’s leg with his foot.
Adrian tried to lift his head, but the world spun.
The thief smiled.
“Good. Makes this easier.”
He crouched to take Adrian’s boots.
And that was his mistake.
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THE INSTINCT TAKES OVER
Adrian didn’t think.
He didn’t decide.
His body moved like a shadow breaking free of its owner.
One moment he was half-conscious, barely breathing.
The next—his hand shot forward and clamped around the thief’s wrist.
A grip so strong it felt inhuman.
“What—?”
The thief didn’t finish.
Adrian twisted.
CRACK.
The man screamed as his arm bent in the wrong direction, bone snapping clean through muscle and skin. The knife clattered to the ground, swallowed by the mud.
Adrian surged up, slamming the thief against the container with brutal force. The metal rang like a bell. His fingers wrapped around the kid’s throat, lifting him off the ground as if he weighed nothing.
“PLEASE—PLEASE!” the thief choked, kicking uselessly.
Adrian’s pulse hammered.
His breath shook.
The world blurred red around the edges.
His body wanted to kill.
His instinct—whatever it had become—was a silent, merciless demon whispering behind every heartbeat.
Finish him.
Eliminate the threat.
Survive.
Adrian’s grip tightened—
Then he blinked.
Reality snapped back into place.
He saw the thief’s terror.
The broken arm dangling at a sickening angle.
The bruises forming around the kid’s throat.
Adrian stumbled backward in horror, releasing him. The boy fell to the mud, gasping and sobbing.
Adrian backed away, shaking violently—not from the cold.
From what he had just done.
“I… I didn’t…”
His voice cracked.
His hands trembled like he had dipped them in ice.
He stared at them as if they belonged to someone else.
“What’s happening to me?”
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THE FEAR INSIDE HIM
The thief scrambled away, dragging himself through the dirt with one arm, leaving a trail of panic and tears.
“Y-you’re a monster…” he hissed before disappearing behind a container.
The word stabbed deeper than any knife.
Monster.
Adrian’s breath hitched. Shame pressed against his ribs, heavier than the river water ever was.
He hadn’t meant to hurt the boy.
He hadn’t wanted to.
But his reflexes… those weren’t his anymore.
Something else was moving inside him.
Something cold.
Something trained.
Something savage.
A shadow inside his bones.
Was this the instinct that kept saving him?
Or was it the reason everyone wanted him dead?
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THE STALKER
Adrian turned toward the foggy water again, trying to steady his thoughts.
But instinct prickled down his spine.
Someone was watching him.
No—following him.
For how long?
Through the riverbank?
Through the harbor fog?
Since the bridge?
His breath slowed.
His hearing sharpened.
Footsteps.
Light.
Intentional.
Trying not to be heard.
Adrian’s heartbeat thundered.
Not out of fear.
But out of awakening.
His body bent low automatically, hiding behind a stack of crates. His fingers hovered near the rusty metal rod he saw lying in the mud.
A shadow passed by.
Tall.
Moving slow.
Careful.
Studying the ground where Adrian had washed ashore.
Not a thief.
Not a junkie.
Not a random passerby.
Someone trained.
Someone waiting.
Adrian’s pulse whispered:
Attack first. Ask later.
But Adrian stayed still. Conflicted. Shaking.
Who was this?
Another hunter?
Another syndicate assassin?
Someone sent to finish what the river didn’t?
The shadow paused.
Then turned its head—
Straight toward Adrian’s hiding spot.
Adrian froze.
The figure stepped closer.
Five meters.
Four.
Three—
A familiar ringtone echoed from deep in Adrian’s pocket.
His phone.
His eyes widened.
So did the stalker’s.
The figure lunged—
Adrian bolted in the opposite direction.
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THE CHASE THROUGH THE DEAD HARBOR
Adrian sprinted through the harbor, slipping between rusted cranes and broken crates. His legs burned with exhaustion, but adrenaline forced them to move.
Behind him, the stalker followed with precise movements.
Not running wildly.
Running with purpose.
A predator tracking wounded prey.
Lightning flashed.
Thunder cracked.
The stalker leapt onto a shipping container, chasing Adrian from above. Their silhouette moved fast—too fast.
Adrian stumbled across the wet ground, lungs screaming.
The stalker dropped to the ground a few meters ahead of him—blocking his path.
Adrian skidded to a halt.
The figure stepped forward, pulling back their hood.
Underneath was a face half-masked in black cloth…
And cold, calculating eyes.
Not angry.
Not greedy.
Not mercenary.
Just watching.
Studying him.
Like a scientist observes something dangerous.
Or something important.
“Adrian Kelevra,” the stalker said softly. “You’re finally awake.”
Adrian’s blood went cold.
“Who are you?” he demanded, gripping the metal rod.
The stalker tilted their head, as rain dripped from their hood.
“You can call me—”
A shot rang out.
The stalker dove aside as a bullet slammed into the container behind them.
Adrian’s instinct screamed—
More hunters are coming.
Lots of them.
The stalker pointed at him urgently.
“We don’t have time. If you want answers—if you want to stay alive—follow me.”
Adrian hesitated.
Trusting anyone now was suicide.
But staying here?
Worse.
He tightened his grip on the rod, breath ragged.
“Fine,” he growled.
The stalker nodded once.
And the two of them vanished into the storm.
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CLIFFHANGER ENDING
Just as they disappeared between warehouses, Adrian heard a voice echo through the harbor speakers—distorted, mechanical, and yet familiar.
A woman’s voice.
“You survived the river,” it said. “Good. Now let’s see if you survive what comes next.”
Adrian’s heart froze.
He recognized that voice.
But he had no idea why.
And that terrified him more than the hunters behind them.
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