เข้าสู่ระบบPOV: Arsen Dragunov
The report landed on Arsen's desk just after sunrise, and by the third line, his hands had gone perfectly still in the way they only did when something inside him had already decided violence was coming.
"Captain Osei falsified the security rotation,"
Nikolai said, standing across the desk with the posture of a man delivering news he already knew would end badly.
"The gala. The rooftop above Aldrich Street. He signed off on a cl
POV: Kang SeraThe impacts didn't stop after that first silence. They returned within minutes, harder this time, the walls of the eastern wing groaning under something Sera couldn't picture no matter how many times her mind tried to shape it.She stood at the mouth of the corridor, close enough to feel each impact travel faintly through the floor beneath her bare feet.Two guards stood posted outside the sealed door, rigid, pale, staring straight ahead like men who'd trained themselves not to react no matter what reached their ears. Furniture splintered somewhere beyond the steel. Something heavier struck the wall hard enough that dust sifted down from the ceiling.Neither guard moved."Aren't you going to do something," Sera said, her voice low, urgent."No, my lady.""Someone could be dying in there."The younger guard's jaw tightened, though his eyes stayed fixed forward. He said nothing.Viktor arrived a few minutes later, his broad frame filling the corridor, his expression carve
POV: Arsen DragunovArsen dismissed his captains two hours earlier than usual. He gave them nothing more than exhaustion from the summit as a reason.Most accepted it without question. A few exchanged glances, quick, careful, the kind that told him they suspected something closer to the truth.None of them asked.He was grateful for that particular mercy, though gratitude sat strange and heavy in his chest tonight, tangled up with everything else he couldn't say out loud.He walked the eastern wing alone afterward. The way he always did before a night like this one.Steel doors first. He checked each hinge, each bolt, running his hand along seams he'd inspected a hundred times before. Still checking, even now, as though this time might reveal something new. His fingers lingered a beat too long on the last bolt. Heavy locks next, the mechanism reinforced twice since he'd first had this wing built.Upgraded again after the last incident left a hairline crack in the frame, one that had t
POV: Kang SeraThe manor returned from the summit wrapped in silence.Not the ordinary kind. Something deliberate.The kind of quiet a house holds when everyone inside has agreed, without ever discussing it, not to speak of something at all.Nobody mentioned the ambush, Not the staff, the guards or Nikolai, who moved through his usual duties with a stiffness that suggested effort rather than calm, his jaw tight every time she passed him in the hall.Sera noticed the changes first in small things; She'd learned to notice everything in this house by now.Dinner arrived a full hour earlier than usual.The kitchen staff cleared plates and retreated before the sun had even fully set, their movements quick, clipped, eyes down. Guards she recognized from the main gate rotation began appearing near the eastern wing instead, familiar faces reassigned without a word of explanation.The third floor, usually busy with servants finishing evening tasks, emptied out entirely after dusk. Corridors th
POV: Kang SeraThe count came in slow, delivered in pieces by exhausted security teams still combing through the wreckage.Hundreds dead by morning, delegates and guards alike, entire family lines that had survived decades of underworld war reduced to names on a growing list nobody wanted to finish reading.The survivors gathered on the mountainside in loose, shell-shocked clusters, and it didn't take long before grief curdled into something sharper."He knew this building better than anyone," a northern captain said, loud enough to carry, his eyes fixed on Arsen across the clearing."Knew every exit, Moved through that chaos like he'd rehearsed it.""He saved half the men standing here," another voice cut back, sharp with exhaustion."Including yours.""Convenient, isn't it... The one man untouched by any of this walks away a hero.""Say that again," a third voice muttered,"and see how untouched you walk away."Sera felt her jaw tighten, the accusation landing somewhere close to fur
POV: Arsen DragunovThe masked men came through the eastern breach before the dust from the first explosion had even settled, moving with the coordinated precision of soldiers rather than mercenaries, weapons already raised.They weren't shooting indiscriminately.Arsen registered that within seconds, some old instinct sorting the chaos into pattern even as bodies scrambled past him in every direction, his pulse a hard steady drum beneath the calm he forced onto his face. The gunmen were herding, not hunting, forcing delegates away from the main exits and toward the narrow service corridor near the west wing.A kill zone.Someone had mapped this building before tonight, and the thought landed cold and sure in his chest, underneath the noise, underneath everything."This way," Arsen shouted, grabbing the nearest delegate, a stunned southern captain frozen mid step, and shoving him toward the service corridor Sera had confirmed with him hours earlier."Not west, Kitchens, Move.""Who pu
POV: Kang SeraThe disappearance of the southern bodyguard cracked whatever composure remained in the summit hall. Voices rose over each other, accusations flying faster than anyone could track, five families now openly suspicious of every face in the room."This happened under your host family's watch," the northern boss snapped toward the estate's owners."Explain that.""Perhaps it happened because someone here wanted it to look that way," came the reply, sharp, defensive.Sera stood near the back of the hall, watching the chaos ripple outward, and found herself doing what she always did in rooms like this. Not listening to what people said. Watching what they didn't.That was how she noticed him.A man near the end of the western table, mid-fifties, unremarkable in a room full of men who wanted to be remarkable.He hadn't raised his voice once, not during the earlier accusations against Arsen, not during the panic over the missing bodyguard, not even now, while the room around him







