Romans & histoires Kurapika Chained

"Attack! Cripple him! Whoever kills him will get a reward of one hundred million!" Those words were like gasoline poured onto the flames of greed. The eyes of seven or eight thugs lit up instantly. Machetes were raised, and steel pipes were gripped tightly. "Kill him!" They charged at the same time. TAP! TAP! TAP! Heavy footsteps echoed across the concrete floor. Still tied to the chair, Keira watched while holding her breath. Tears still streaked her cheeks. Her heart pounded violently. Arka moved with astonishing agility, his speed exploding like a phantom.

Every angle, every slip in the network. The man delivering the threat is dead. But the chain isn’t broken. He had a contact. Someone paid him. Someone watching. Someone orchestrating. I pull another folder, scanning transactions linked to Korovin. A pattern emerges—subtle, almost invisible. Logistics shifted quietly in the last six months. Every shipment rerouted. Nothing flagrant. But it’s there, a signature left behind. I jot notes, precise. Methodical. I don’t like surprises. I don’t like unknowns.

Minsan tinotopak din itong kaibigan ko, mabuti naman ang hangad ng lalaki, bakit pa ito nagagalit? "Hindi mo kasi naiintindihan Heina, yan kasing iyan eh—!" "Hoi anong ako?! You don't even know me much woman to judge me like that," saad ng lalaki. Kumuha ito ng upuan saka naupo sa harap ni Amber. Amber scoffed at his reaction. "Sino ka nga ulit?" Sabat ko. Napatingin sa akin ang lalaki . "Mr. Rain J. Keaning," sabi nito. Napatango ako. I know the Keanings, they own hectares upon hectares of bean farms both here in the Philippines and abroad. Kaya nangunguna sila sa industriya ng bean production.

I squealed. "He's not supposed to. Those are Cryptic Chains. No wolf should be able to break free of them," Ericka replied hastily without looking at me. Yet I couldn't stop staring at the chains in fear like he could truly break out of it. Jaris thrashed on the floor, his growl animalistic. Aside from my fear, the sight was painful. "Give him something!" I yelled at Ericka. "I've given him everything I can for today. It's more complicated this year."

"My God... is that... is that the Devil of Dalal Street? On a leash?" Kiara smiled perfectly, a terrifying, victorious curve of her red lips. "He is my new, personal doormat, Mr. Kapoor. I noticed it is heavily raining outside. Please, do not aggressively stain my expensive Persian rugs. You may wipe your dirty shoes completely on his back."

A distinct, foul stink of old blood and oil hangs heavy in the stagnant air. Managing to force his upper torso into a sitting position, Chika notices that his hands have been left completely free from the upper ropes, but a thick, rusted iron chain still clanks loudly around his left ankle, securely fastened to a massive structural pipe. He delivers a hard, testing tug against the metal link, confirming that the locking mechanism won't budge a single inch for his muscles. As his sharp eyes begin calculating his options for a tactical escape, my own body begins to stir on the cold floor, my awakening marked by restless shifting and loud, pained cries from my broken leg. Unable to hold back hi

He had moved. “What did you see?” Kieran asked. His voice wasn’t calm anymore. Not fully. I shook my head. “I…I don’t know…” “That’s not true.” “I don’t…” “Lena.” His tone stopped me.I swallowed. “…Chains,” I whispered. Immediately, Kai straightened slightly. “…Chains?” he repeated. I nodded slowly. “There was something… inside… and it was chained.”Kieran’s expression changed. Not much.But enough.“That confirms it,” he said quietly.“Confirms what?!” I asked. No one answered immediately.

I was not aware of my abilities as much as I wanted to believe I knew. It was alarming to hear footsteps somewhere all of a sudden after a period of stillness. Tobacco scent wafted through my nose. It was familiar, the distinct smell of a Kapre. I calmed down, knowing it was not strange to be followed by some of them. I have learned from the talks with Banyan, that once a Kapre developed a connection with another creature. It tends to super protective to the extent of following its friend around at the reason or justification of keeping him safe from harm.