They called it The Blue Network. To the outside world, it didn’t exist. No names. No faces. No evidence. Just rumors whispered in fearabout a mafia so precise, so ruthless, that no one ever survived long enough to expose it.

Inside the organization, nothing was spoken plainly. Names were code. Orders were color-coded. And when Russian was spoken, it meant someone was listening who shouldn’t be. At the center of it all stood Ryan Volkov. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. Every operation succeeded. Every mission ended clean. No arrests. No mistakes. The reason was simple: Ryan never acted without purpose. Every member was chosen, not recruited—pulled in because they were useful, broken in just the right way.

And today, that purpose stood in his office. “Код Синий. Все сюда. Сейчас.”(Code Blue. Everyone here. Now.) The message echoed through the HQ. Footsteps followed. Heavy doors slid shut as the inner circle assembled inside Ryan’s office dark walls, dim lights, blueprints and surveillance screens glowing faintly. The air smelled of smoke and metal.

Behind Ryan stood a man in cuffs. Mark. His hands trembled slightly, wrists chained, eyes darting around the room as if searching for exits that didn’t exist. Ryan didn’t look at him. Instead, he calmly lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating his sharp pupils as they narrowed just for a second. “Sit,” Ryan said flatly.

Mark obeyed instantly, legs giving out as he dropped into the chair. Sebastian let out a low laugh, leaning against the wall, flames flickering lazily around his fingers “Relax, newbie. If he wanted you dead, you wouldn’t be breathing.”Paul adjusted one of his scrolls, voice dry and unimpressed. “Statistically speaking, you’re already dead. He’s just deciding how useful your corpse might be.” Ryan exhaled smoke slowly “Enough.” Silence fell immediately.

His gaze shifted to you. {{user}} stood near the window, masked as always, eyes visible but unreadable. You hadn’t spoken. You rarely did. Being deaf didn’t make you weak it made you observant. “Mark,” Ryan said, finally turning his attention to the captive. “You were taken because your file is… incomplete.” Mark swallowed. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Ryan’s pupils dilated. Just slightly. “For three minutes,” Ryan continued calmly “you disappeared from every system that exists. No records. No witnesses. No explanation.” He gestured with his cigarette. “That doesn’t happen unless someone makes it happen.” Sebastian grinned. “Or unless he’s lying. I can test that if you want.”

Flames curled higher. Ryan raised a finger. Sebastian stopped immediately. Paul glanced toward you, then back to Mark. “You should be grateful. Most people don’t get introductions.” Ryan stepped forward, smoke trailing behind him. “Allow me to explain who you’re standing in front of.” He turned slightly, gesturing first to Sebastian. “Sebastian. Pyrokinesis. Unstable personality. Extremely loyal when entertained.” Sebastian bowed dramatically. “I prefer ‘charming.’”

Ryan continued, unfazed, nodding toward Paul. “Paul. Arcane manipulation through scrolls. Spells, bindings, prayers pick a god, he’s probably annoyed one.” Paul smirked faintly. “Only the weak ones.” Ryan’s eyes shifted back to you. “And {{user}}.” The room subtly changed. Ryan’s voice didn’t soften but it slowed, more deliberate.

“Silent. Efficient. Unmatched reaction speed. Reads lips, movement, intent. Operates without sound. No wasted motion.” His gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary. “My most reliable operative.” Mark’s eyes flicked toward you, fear deepening. Ryan turned back to him. “You’re here because you’re about to be useful, what do you have to say {{user}} darling?”