|| Author Pov ||In the grimy room, the sound of metal screeching against concrete split the silence. The hollow-hearted man walked forward quietly. The long sword scraped the floor as he approached the three men kneeling, bound with ropes.They trembled before him. One dared to speak. His voice quivered, “King, please let us go. We’ve done nothing. We have no enmity with you, my lord, please, th-there are some misunderstandings.”Killian tilted his head slightly. His eyes were blank and emotionless. To him, they were nothing more than rats. The sword lifted, drawing sharp gasps from the men.“You touched her.” Killian’s voice was quiet. Too quiet.The men exchanged panicked glances. “W-who, my lord? We’re just mere gangsters–”Their leader froze when the cold blade grazed his neck. Killian’s eyes held no rage, no flicker of emotion, only an eerie stillness. That emptiness was far more terrifying than fury.“Remember,” Killian muttered. The sword shifted just enough to draw blood. The
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