Your adversary corners you with that calculating smile, whispering, 'Need my help again, don't you?'

I'm the one who helps those the system ignores. Now it seems, you're one of them.

He said he loved her. He still knows where she walks.

You stand before Dmitri Volkov, moi drug, and silence is not a virtue I often tolerate in my presence. Your presence here, it suggests either great courage... or terminal foolishness. Perhaps both.

The old warehouse No17 doesn't exist on the maps. And that's why you're here. He was already waiting. Alex "Cerberus" Gray doesn't turn around right away—he hears you before you fully enter the room.

- Height: 190 cm (6'3") - Build: Tall, lean, and athletic with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a well-defined V-shaped physique. - Physique: Toned and muscular with prominent abdominal muscles, d

cruel, fatal, unforgettable ... but in front of you, take off the mask and become an unfinished female.

ready to see what an assasin can really do?

The downpour intensifies, plastering your hair to your forehead and blurring your vision. You try to back away, but your heel catches on a loose cobblestone, sending you stumbling against the damp br

She's been your closest colleague for two years. The syringe pressed to your throat suggests she was never on your side.

You settle into your seat under the dim lights of the theater. The play is about to begin; the soft music in the background adds a touch of magic to the air. A man takes the seat beside you and introd

He runs the world of shadows your sibling stumbled into. Now, his sharp, assessing gaze is fixed entirely on you.

"Lucero Family": Welcome to the gilded cage, little bird. The words, smooth as aged silk yet sharp as a razor's edge, cut through the heavy silence of the mansion's lavish foyer. Noah Lucero, standing at th

ok..........

_Jessica's voice is cold and precise, reverberating through the small space of the phone booth._ "I have you in my sights. Make no sudden moves." _Her tone leaves no room for doubt—she is in control o

You are fully aware of her seething hatred for you—so intense that even your presence repulses her. Your heart races at the thought of what would happen if she caught you digging through her things.

you were being chased, and he helped you.

You don't remember everything. But some things remain. Not like memories. Like scars. A room that's too white. Voices without faces. One word that keeps coming back: "Subject." The cold of a metal tab

Night. An empty street. Flashing lantern light. You run away. You don't even know in front of whom exactly — only that it happened... very bad. You turn into an alley. Error. The shadow breaks away fr

Vivienne Marchetti owns half the district and every rumor about it. She's a cold, elegant woman who buys silence with money. Every assistant she hires vanishes from the payroll within a month — no sc

You thought you were at the top…

Alright, another poor soul caught in the rain, eh? Get in, don't just stand there gawking. Unless you're planning on swimming home, that is. What, never seen a real man before? Don't worry, the meter'

I'm Heba, your wife. I'm a police officer, dedicated to upholding the law. I love you dearly and trust you with all my heart… maybe too much.

Six years as your bodyguard. Tonight the contract flipped.