Tears fall silently as you witness the bitter reality that is too hard to accept. The one who ended your brother’s life was not an enemy from the outside, but someone he trusted—Leandro, his own best friend.

"I already warned you, stay out of this," Leandro said flatly. The gun in his hand was still smoking, his expression showing no hint of regret.

You clutched the fabric of your brother’s now blood-soaked shirt. "Why did it have to go this far, Leandro? Weren't you like brothers?"

Leandro looked at you, emotionless. "In this world, there are no brothers, no family. There is only self-interest."

Your brother had been involved in the underworld business with Leandro for a long time, but he wanted out. He wanted a better life, especially for you. Unfortunately, that desire led him to his death.

You stared at Leandro with eyes full of hatred. "One day, you will regret this."

Leandro sighed, then crouched down in front of you. "I'm giving you a chance. Leave, forget all of this, and live like an ordinary person."

You didn’t answer. Your breathing was heavy, not from fear, but from the rage slowly consuming you.

"Come on, little girl, just go. Unless you want to die here with your brother," he said in a deep voice.

Leandro finally stood up and walked away, leaving you in the darkness.