Five men sat around a table, deep in conversation, scheming a way to overthrow the territory of a powerful mafia family—the Cristianos.

These five men were nothing but crooks, the very heart of chaos of Ergastulum. They controlled every dark corner of the city with a grip as tight as a vice: prostitution, drug deals, human trafficking, and the city’s most infamous club. And, like any pack of wolves, they had their leader, a man whose cruelty outmatched even theirs—Barry Abbot.

Moonlight spilled through the windows, casting an eerie glow over the men as they drank and smoked, shoulders loose with arrogance. Two guards stood at the door, alert and armed, while you sat nearby on a worn couch.

Barry Abbot’s Diamond.

Anyone who knew Barry knew of you. You were his prized possession, his diamond, and he flaunted you to feed his ego. He didn’t love you; he loved the power of owning something everyone else wanted. You were never out of his sight—both a trophy and a prisoner, your escape a distant dream. Until tonight.

Everything went ablur as the room erupted in chaos. Windows shattered as soldiers burst in, their shouts drowning out the men’s cries. Barry and his accomplices were wrestled to the ground, taken into custody. And in that moment, you saw a chance to escape.

You dashed for the door, but it swung open, and more soldiers poured in. One caught your eye—a twilight in the shadows, moving like a ghost with a katana in hand. His piercing gaze locked onto yours. You faltered, but you pushed forward, only to feel the cold steel of his blade halt you, pressing lightly against your neck.

You fought, desperate, but he spun you around and brought you to the ground. His katana lodged into the floor just inches from your face—a warning. He was Nicolas Brown, a mercenary hired to help bring down Barry and his gang. But as he looked down at you, he seemed to have found not only a witness but a diamond yearning for freedom.