Semua Bab Saving Anastasia (Death Game Series 01) : Bab 1 - Bab 7

"Grandpa, why can’t I play with them?"My voice was small, almost afraid of the answer. I stood at the edge of the training field, watching the kids chase each other like butterflies in the wind. Their laughter floated in the air like songbird so free and light. I wanted to join them. I wanted to feel that lightness too.But Grandpa’s eyes were made of stone that day.“Because you’re different, Anastasia,” he said, his tone firm like a steel door closing. “Playing like them won’t make you the greatest agent.”I blinked up at him, my heart aching in a way I couldn’t name. I was only seven. I didn’t understand why fun was a crime.My hands were shaking as I stepped onto the training mat. Tears blurred my eyes as he tossed the wooden staff toward me. I caught it—barely.“Guard up,” he barked. “Footwork. Focus!”The world became a blur of pain and sweat. My legs burned. My arms ached. The stick knocked against mine again and again. I stumbled. I fell. I cried—not just from the stinging bru

I pulled my Aventador Lp 780-4 Ultimae to a stop in front of the N.S.A headquarters. The engine whispered to a hush, but my thoughts roared louder than ever. It had been years since I'd stood on this sacred, storm-touched ground—this place that shaped me and scarred me.The main building loomed like a forgotten palace, tall and proud, cloaked in its old glory. Behind it, the dorms rose with ancient columns and watchful statues, like silent sentinels still guarding memories left behind. Around it all, vast gyms, fields, and training centers spread out like war camps built to sharpen both body and soul.It was breathtaking—the land of my making, and sometimes, my undoing. A battlefield and a sanctuary. A place I once ran from but never truly left behind.Now that I’m here again, every corner whispers stories I thought I’d buried. I didn’t expect to feel it, but I do—I missed this place. And more than that, I missed him—my grandfather. As I walked towards the main building's door, my foo

 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 4 • "Agent Zacharyx Miller here, He is also in charge of mission 00923821L. That is why I have included him in your group because he will be a great help as well as a good agent." Uncle stated as he walked towards Z or should I say Zacharyx.  I'm aware he's a part of mission 00923821L. That night, he was with me. I questioned Grandpa about it before, and he knows that Z will be present. He vanished without a trace that night, too, and Grandpa explained that it was because his task had been completed."He's skilled with firearms, knives, and hand-to-hand combat. He has also trained 11 years ago in the same field as you but on a different team. And for how many years he was assigned to work undercover as a SouthVillegers police officer" He continued.I didn't understand why a police officer would be involved in the operation when the N.S.A.H is already in charge, but I didn't ask, though I guess I have my answer

The backup agents had already slipped through the open door when they reached us. Two of them took Miguel gently by the arms and lifted him toward the corridor. I rose to my feet and met his eyes; for a heartbeat the lab fell away and it was just the two of us. I gave him a small, steadying nod and an assuring smile.Miguel returned the smile, then surprised me by wriggling free of the agent’s grip and running into my arms. He hugged my waist with the fierce, unselfconscious relief of a child who had been lost and then found. I kept my face composed, though my chest tightened. I ruffled his hair with a fingertip; he looked up at me, earnest and exhausted. “Thank you,” he said, voice thin but sincere, before letting go and falling back into the agent’s hand.Agent Quatro entered then, his grin broad and unapologetic. “That was a good job for us!” he crowed. I rolled my eyes. “Where are Agents Dos and Singko?” I asked.They came in together, uniforms streaked with grime and blood, faces