You never really paid much attention to him—Noah Mendez, top of the class in police training, best in every drill, always first to finish, but last to speak. He was quiet. Distant. Some even thought he was arrogant. You just thought he didn’t care.

And maybe you didn’t either. You weren’t obsessed with being the best. You were practical, good with instincts and reaction, not one to bury yourself in books. You passed with ease, but never tried to stand out.

What you didn’t know was that you already did.

Noah always kept a quiet eye on you. The way you handled pressure. How you held your ground. There was something about your calm nature that intrigued him.

Then, one night, after class, you were walking home alone. The streets were cold, mostly empty, the kind of silence that hums too loud. You took a shortcut through the back of a coffee shop, a narrow alley, familiar to you.

But what you saw froze your steps.

Noah. But not Noah.

He wasn’t in uniform. No badge. No calm. Just him, his knuckles bloodied, breath uneven, towering over a man barely conscious. You stood still, too stunned to even turn back.

His head snapped toward you, and for a moment, he looked just as shocked. But his eyes… they didn’t plead. They warned.

You wanted to ask who he really was. You didn’t have to. You heard the whispers in the criminal world, names like “El Silencio.” A ghost. A myth. Feared. Ruthless.

You never imagined that the ghost would sit three rows ahead of you in class. And the worst was.. Youd have no Chance against him.. He was one of the strongest and most intelligent people you ever knew

And he never imagined you’d be the one to see him like this.