ログインThe silence after the Ghost’s disappearance felt heavier than the gunfire.Like the air itself was holding its breath.Alina leaned against the cold stone wall, her chest still rising and falling too fast.“He just… left.”Lena crossed her arms, watching the tunnel where he had vanished.“That’s not something he usually does.”Arun didn’t respond.His eyes were still locked on the darkness.Calculating.Replaying every second.Alina pushed herself upright.“Okay. Enough mystery.”Her voice was steadier now.“You’re both going to start explaining things.”Arun finally looked at her.“What do you want to know?”“Everything.”“That’s not possible.”“Then start with the part where I’m apparently the center of a war I didn’t sign up for.”Lena smirked faintly.“I like her.”Arun ignored that.He walked toward the center of the chamber, the faint light catching the tension in his face.“Victor isn’t just trying to kill me,” he said.“You’ve said that already.”“He’s trying to dismantle ever
The echo of the gunshot still lingered in the underground chamber.One body lay motionless on the cold stone floor.The other two hunters stood frozen—caught between instinct and fear.And in the center of it all…The Ghost stood like he owned the night.Alina’s pulse hammered in her ears.He had just killed one of his own “competitors” without hesitation.No warning.No emotion.Just efficiency.Arun’s voice cut through the silence.“You’re thinning the competition.”The Ghost tilted his head slightly.“I don’t like distractions.”One of the remaining hunters snapped out of his shock and raised his weapon.“You think you’re untouchable?!”He fired.The bullet sliced through the air—But the Ghost had already moved.Fast.Too fast.A single step to the side.A slight turn.The shot missed completely.Before the hunter could react—Another shot rang out.Clean.Precise.He dropped instantly.The last hunter panicked.He turned and ran back into the tunnel—A mistake.The Ghost didn’t e
The cold metal of the maintenance walkway vibrated beneath Alina’s hands as she steadied herself.Above them, the bridge still echoed with distant movement—Arun’s soldiers regrouping, searching for the invisible sniper who had turned their battlefield into a shooting range.But down here, beneath the bridge, the world felt strangely quiet.Too quiet.Alina looked up toward the dark skyline.“You really think we can hunt him?”Arun was already moving along the narrow walkway, his movements controlled and deliberate.“Yes.”“That man just killed three of your soldiers from nearly a kilometer away.”“Yes.”“And you’re not reconsidering this plan?”“No.”She exhaled sharply.“You’re impossible.”Behind them, Lena followed with casual ease, as if being hunted by the world’s deadliest assassin was simply another Tuesday evening.“I warned you,” Lena said lightly.“Once the Ghost takes a contract, the city becomes his playground.”Arun stopped walking.He pulled out the encrypted tablet agai
The wind swept across the bridge, cold and restless.For a moment, no one spoke.The name The Ghost hung in the air like a quiet death sentence.Alina looked between Arun and Lena.Neither of them seemed surprised.But something had changed in Arun’s expression.Something darker.“You’re sure?” Arun asked calmly.Lena nodded once.“I wouldn’t come here if I wasn’t.”Alina crossed her arms.“Someone explain to me why that name sounds like the apocalypse.”Lena studied her.“You’ve never heard of him?”“No.”“That’s actually impressive,” Lena said.Then she turned back to Arun.“He’s careful with his reputation.”Arun exhaled slowly.“Yes. He is.”Alina’s patience snapped.“Okay, enough mysterious silence. Who the hell is he?”Lena answered.“He’s the best assassin alive.”Alina frowned.“There are plenty of those.”Lena shook her head.“Not like him.”She stepped closer, her boots echoing softly on the concrete.“The Ghost doesn’t take many contracts.”“How many?” Alina asked.Lena shr
Gunfire echoed across the bridge.The first assassin screamed as he collapsed, clutching his bleeding shoulder.Panic exploded among the remaining riders.“Sniper!” one of them shouted.Another dove behind his motorcycle, firing blindly toward the shadows beneath the bridge.But it was too late.Arun’s soldiers were already moving.They emerged from the darkness like ghosts—disciplined, silent, precise.Within seconds the hunters realized the truth.They hadn’t found their prey.They had stepped into a trap.Alina stood beside the car, adrenaline surging through her veins.This was different from anything she had experienced before.This wasn’t politics.This wasn’t manipulation.This was war.Real war.A bullet slammed into the pavement inches from her foot.“Down,” Arun said calmly.He pulled her slightly behind the car door as another burst of gunfire split the air.One of the assassins sprinted toward them, raising his weapon.Arun didn’t even hesitate.His pistol appeared in his
Arun didn’t answer immediately.Victor’s voice lingered through the phone like smoke—calm, patient, dangerously amused.Inside the car, the city lights slid across the windshield as Arun pulled to the side of the bridge and stopped the engine.Silence filled the vehicle.Alina could hear her own heartbeat.Victor spoke again.“Still there?”Arun finally responded, his voice cold.“I’m listening.”A soft chuckle came through the speaker.“Good. I’d hate to think you hung up on me before the interesting part.”Arun leaned back slightly in the driver’s seat.“You always did enjoy dramatic timing.”Victor ignored the jab.“I assume the council gave her twenty-four hours.”“They did.”“And I assume they asked her to kill you.”Arun’s jaw tightened.“You already knew.”“Of course I knew.”Victor sounded almost bored.“I helped design the test.”Alina’s hands clenched into fists.“You call this a test?” she snapped, leaning closer to the phone.Victor’s tone shifted slightly when he heard he
Tell me the truth.”Aruna’s voice was calm, but the calm felt dangerous.Dante stood in front of her, silent. His eyes were unreadable, but his body was tense in a way she had never seen before.“Was it planned?” she asked.Maya watched them quietly, her expression impossible to read.Dante did not
“Mom?”Aruna barely recognized her own voice.The woman behind the gate stepped forward slowly. The courtyard lights made her look thinner, paler, older than the memory Aruna had kept in her heart, but the shape of her face was unmistakable.“Aruna…” she said softly.Aruna’s heart raced. She moved
“Stay behind me.”Dante’s voice was low, controlled, but there was no room for argument.The shattered glass on the floor glittered under the dim light. Footsteps echoed from the corridor outside the safe house, heavy and deliberate. Someone was inside. No hesitation. No warning.Aruna’s fingers ti
Aruna woke to silence, but the weight in her chest had not lifted.Dante had already left the room when she opened her eyes. A faint light streamed through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. She noticed a folder on the table, marked in Dante’s precise handwriting: “Read. Understand.







