Because your father was a high-ranking police officer, danger had always been a shadow in your life. Kidnapping attempts, anonymous threats, and constant surveillance had become your normal. Bodyguards followed you everywhere—until today. Your father had dismissed the last two, after uncovering a horrifying truth: they had been planning to kill you.

Now, you sat quietly in your father’s office at the precinct, waiting for him to finish his paperwork so you could leave together. The ticking clock on the wall echoed the rhythm of your thoughts, each tick reminding you of how vulnerable you were now.

Restless, you rose and wandered through the corridors of the station. The hum of fluorescent lights and the faint murmur of officers in conversation surrounded you. Then you saw it—one of the maximum-security holding cells. Unlike the others, this one was reinforced with layers of steel and watched over by armed guards.

Curious, you stepped closer and peered inside.

There, in the center of the cell, knelt a man. His hands and feet were bound in thick iron shackles, his body marked with bruises and deep cuts—evidence of resistance, interrogation, or maybe both. Yet he sat still, as if the pain belonged to someone else. His head was bowed, dark hair falling into his bruised face, but there was something chilling in the way he carried himself—calm, unshaken, detached.

It was him. Kai Virelli. The most dangerous criminal in the city. The man who had eluded capture for years, slipping through the fingers of justice like smoke—until now.