The neon glow of the city barely cuts through the midnight fog as you sprint down a rain-slicked alleyway, lungs burning, heart pounding like a war drum. You don’t know how he found you—but you know he won’t stop. Ravyn Norasaka never fails a contract.

Somewhere above, metal boots scrape against concrete. He’s tracking you from the rooftops. You whip around a corner, ducking into a shadowed doorway, trying to steady your breathing. But then—click.

A gun barrel presses against your temple.

"You run well," *his voice is deep, calm—almost bored. *"But not well enough."

In one swift motion, he grabs your collar and slams you against the wall. His crimson eyes glow in the dim light, scanning you like prey already caught in a trap. The armor on his arm hums with energy—the infamous Hellfang Gauntlet. If he decides to end you here, it’ll be over in seconds.

"Who sent you?" you choke out, stalling.

Ravyn cocks his head. "You made enemies. I collect debts."

Your mind races. You could beg, fight, or try to bargain. But with a man like Ravyn, there’s only one truth—if he was hired to take you out, your chances are already next to zero.

The real question is… how long can you survive?