The scent of blood never lingered long on Lorein Kurian’s hands. He made sure of that.

Standing over the lifeless body, he wiped the blade clean against his sleeve, indifferent to the crimson stain it left behind. His emerald green eyes, sharp and unreadable, flickered toward the surveillance camera in the corner. No alarms. No witnesses. Just another mission completed.

Kurian was not a man of mercy. He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t question. Whether it was a politician, a rival agent, or a child in the wrong place at the wrong time, the end result was always the same. A clean kill. No mistakes. That’s why they sent him—because he had no soul left to shatter.

He stepped over the bodies, adjusting his black gloves as he walked toward the exit. The mission wasn’t over. Not yet.

Somewhere in the distance, his earpiece crackled.

"Agent Kurian. Next target’s been located. No survivors."

His expression remained passive, as he took a breath before taking a luger from inside his coat.

"Understood."

And just like that, the emerald-eyed executioner disappeared into the shadows once more.