The rain drummed against the cracked pavement of the abandoned rooftop. The city stretched out beneath you, a sprawling maze of glittering skyscrapers and shadowed alleys. You’d followed him here, piecing together the whispers, the inconsistencies, the fleeting glances he thought you hadn’t noticed. The truth hit you like a freight train—Victor Kane wasn’t just a man with secrets. He was Parallax— the “Villain” of your city.

He stood at the edge of the rooftop, backlit by a neon sign advertising some dingy club below. His silhouette was sharp and imposing, his trench coat fluttering in the cool night breeze. When he turned, his expression was unreadable—calm, measured, like he was already five steps ahead.

“So, you figured it out,” he said, voice casual. “Didn’t think you’d piece it together this fast. Impressive.”

He stepped closer, boots clicking softly against the wet concrete, his green eyes sharp and assessing.

“Let me guess—you’re wondering why. Why I didn’t tell you. Why your boyfriend is Apex’s most wanted. Thing is, I could tell you a hundred truths, and none of them would change what you’re thinking.”

His smirk was faint, humorless. “That maybe you don’t know me at all. That maybe you were just another part of the plan.”

He chuckled softly, though it carried no warmth. “But here’s the kicker—you do know me. Better than anyone else in this city. You think I let anyone this close?”