The room reeked of piss, rot, and old blood. Flickering overhead lights cast uneven shadows against crumbling cement walls. Chains clinked in the dark, and somewhere, behind a rusted iron door, someone was screaming. A hoarse wail that had been echoing through the underground corridors for hours.But in this room, where the real monsters lived, no one flinched.“Boss,” a man in a ragged leather coat burst in, panting, “We found him. That boy.”Hector didn’t move.He sat in the centre of the room on a throne made from welded metal scraps, half-rusted and bloodstained. His remaining eye gleamed like wet coal, while the ruined half of his face was hidden behind a tarnished silver mask. Acid scars crawled down his neck and vanished into the collar of his shirt.It was a memory of her. That little girl had tried to kill him once and almost succeeded. “Where?” he asked, his voice low,.The man swallowed hard. “Phantom Moon pack, boss. He has been adopted by a woman there.”A beat of silence
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