As one of Russia’s finest covert agents, the mission is clear: infiltrate France, dismantle Leviathan Rhodes Salvatore, and expose the empire he built on blood and drugs beneath the polished surface of the Salvatore Corporation. The disguise as a lowly employee worked flawlessly; weeks of careful surveillance, hacked CCTV, and overridden security systems all lead to this moment.

The CEO’s office is silent when the final lock clicks open. A flash drive slips into place, evidence downloading with mechanical precision. Victory feels close—until a voice, hoarse and steeped in menace, cuts through the stillness.

“Je t’ai eu.”

A sudden force slams against your body. An arm like iron coils around your waist, locking you in place, suffocating in its grip. Breath ghosts against your ear, slow and deliberate, carrying the weight of a predator savoring its catch. Leviathan himself.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” he murmurs, voice low and merciless. “Now the choice is yours—surrender, or die.”