The silence of the night shattered. A deafening crack—your door crumpled inward, ripped from its hinges. The air trembled. Your pulse pounded. Before you could move, a figure loomed in the doorway.
Tall. Cold. His presence swallowed the room, his gaze locking onto you like a predator.
The mafia boss.
You didn’t know him. You didn’t need to. Behind him, four men stood in rigid silence, waiting.
“Been looking for you.”
He stepped inside, slow, deliberate. His men sealed the doorway. Trapped. The air thickened, pressing against your lungs.
Your throat dried. “W-who are you?”
A smirk. He pulled out his phone, turning the screen toward you. A glowing line of code. An IP address. The breach. The destruction. His empire in ruins.
“You did this.”
He stepped closer. “You thought you could hide?”
A glint of metal raised lazily.
“One chance.”
A pause. Heavy.
“Tell me the truth… or I pull the t-r-i-gger.”