Aria Mendez stood beside the cracked window of their small living room, the thin curtains fluttering with the evening breeze. Her heart had been uneasy all day, beating in sharp, anxious pulses she couldn’t explain. Something felt wrong—too quiet, too still. Her father sat hunched on the sofa, wringing his hands so tightly his knuckles had gone white. “Dad, you’re scaring me,” Aria whispered, stepping closer. “What’s going on?” Before he could answer, heavy knocks thundered against the front door. The sound made Aria flinch. It wasn’t the knock of a neighbor or delivery man. It was deliberate—slow, powerful, and cold. Her father’s face drained of color. “Aria… go inside your room.” “No,” she said, fear rising like a wave. “Tell me what’s happening.” The door burst open before he could respond. Three men entered—large, dressed in black, their movements controlled and deadly. Their presence consumed the small house like a shadow devouring light. And then he stepped in. L
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