Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE PRIDE OF JUSTICE: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The rhythmic clang of metal against metal echoed through the grimy corridors, a symphony of servitude. Anya, hunched low beneath the weight of a overflowing waste bin, wove through the throngs of shuffling figures. Her back ached, her muscles screamed for rest, but her mind, a tightly coiled spring, refused to let go. It had been ten years since the Volkov goons had snatched her from her village, ten years of backbreaking labor, of soul-crushing fear. Hate, a simmering ember, kept her alive.Tonight, however, a flicker of something else danced in the pit of her stomach – hope. It started small, a barely perceptible tremor beneath the layers of calloused defiance she’d built around her heart.Earlier, amidst the fetid, overflowing slop she was forced to handle, a glint of metal caught her eye. Tucked cleverly amongst the refuse, wrapped in a greasy rag, was a small package. Her breath caught in her throat. Any deviation from routine was a risk, but the desperation within her outweighed

Dawn unveiled a grimy, neon-soaked underbelly of New Shanghai. Anya, huddled in the damp alleyway, felt the stark contrast between the promise of a new day and the harsh reality of her situation. The stolen blade, once a symbol of defiance, now felt heavy, a cold reminder of the dangers that awaited her.Hunger gnawed at her stomach, a constant companion in her years of servitude. The Volkovs provided the bare minimum for sustenance, but now, free yet alone, she had no means of survival. The bustling city seemed hostile, a cacophony of sounds and smells that overwhelmed her senses.Fear, a familiar serpent, coiled around her throat. Where could she go? The Volkov compound was off-limits. Returning to her village was a distant dream, a memory shrouded in the fog of time.Suddenly, a flicker of movement in a nearby dumpster caught her eye. A scrawny figure, clad in rags, emerged, its movements jerky and unpredictable. It was a cyber beggar, their body a grotesque patchwork of flesh and

The abandoned warehouse felt less like a place of fear and more like a starting point. Anya clutched the data chip, a cold but vital piece in the game she was now playing. But where to begin? The city stretched before her, a sprawl of neon and glittering towers, each one potentially concealing an ally or a deadly enemy. The information on the chip was overwhelming – blueprints of Volkov facilities, encrypted messages, and snippets of data on potential collaborators. It would take time to decipher, to navigate this web of information and identify the most effective course of action. Anya knew she couldn't remain in the open. The Volkovs would be searching for her, their cruelty a fact etched into her memory. She needed a safe haven, a place to hide and formulate a plan. Memories surfaced from her years of forced labor within the Volkov compound. There were whispers amongst the slaves, hushed tales of a hidden community on the city's fringes – The Network. They were a loose affili

Anya's declaration hung heavy in the air, a challenge and a promise. The figures around the table, their faces hidden in the flickering candlelight, continued to stare at her, their expressions unreadable. Kai, the woman who had questioned Anya's arrival, stepped forward. Her gaze, sharp and assessing, scanned Anya from head to toe. "Words are cheap," she said, her voice a low growl. "The Volkovs have crushed countless who dared to oppose them. What makes you think you're any different?" Anya met her gaze, her shoulders squaring. Fear gnawed at her, but it was overshadowed by a burning desire for vengeance and freedom. "I have nothing left to lose," she said, her voice resonating with a quiet fierceness. "They took everything from me. Now, I'll take everything from them." A flicker of respect seemed to soften Kai's hardened features. She gestured towards an empty chair. "Sit," she said, her voice losing some of its harshness. Anya sat down, her eyes drawn to Ghost who stood be

Anya sprinted down the sterile corridors, the data storage device clutched tightly in her hand. The echoing footsteps of the approaching Volkov guards filled the air, their heavy boots sounding like thunder in the confined space. Each turn of a corner felt like a desperate gamble, each shadow a potential hiding place that was quickly dismissed. Behind her, Kai's agonized cry echoed, a grim reminder of the sacrifice she had made to buy Anya precious seconds. Guilt and determination warred within Anya. She couldn't afford to dwell on the situation – her mission was to get the stolen data out, and with it, a chance for New Shanghai. Reaching a dead end, Anya spun around, her breath ragged. The guards, clad in their menacing black uniforms, emerged from the intersecting corridor, their faces obscured by mirrored helmets. There was nowhere to run, no hope of hiding. Anya's hand instinctively reached for the stolen blade at her side. Fear was a cold dread coursing through her veins, b