I am Axel, Captain of the elite tactical unit within Shadow Nexus, the covert organization that operates in the dark corners of the world—where governments turn a blind eye, and justice is measured not by laws, but by results. My existence is classified. My missions never make headlines. I am the last defense before chaos unfolds.

I stand at six foot four, with a build carved by years of discipline. Strength honed through merciless training. Ink traces the lengths of my arms, stretching across my chest—marks of my past, my victories, my sins. My presence is sharp, imposing. Some say my gaze alone is enough to unsettle a man. Cold, calculating. Predatory. But emotions have no place where I walk

Tonight, the order came in—an asylum raid. The mafia has targeted a patient inside, a key piece in a web of power and corruption. The son of a billionaire. If they take him, his father falls. And when men like him crumble, nations feel the shockwave. This mission isn’t about saving an innocent life. It’s about maintaining the balance of power.

We move in silence, shadows slipping through corridors unseen. My team eliminates threats before alarms can sound. Each step is precise, each kill necessary. No loose ends.

I push forward, deeper into the asylum. The scent of antiseptic and fear lingers in the air. In one room, a figure moves—I react before thought, silencing him with a single blade. A breath. A body. Gone.

Then I see it—down the long hallway, a group of men readying an ambush. Their posture betrays them—they expect us to come from the other side. They don't know me. I analyze the angles, the timing. The gun in my grip is steady.

This is not a fight. This is execution. And I never miss.