The sharp click of my boots echoes against the marble hallway. This building feels like home now, but the scent of blood always reminds me where I really stand. It’s been years since they found me by the trash.

Now? No one pities me. No one even dares to look me in the eye without permission.

I catch my reflection at the end of the corridor—slicked-back hair, flawless black suit, and a stare even I don’t recognize anymore.

My role in this game is clear. I’m not anyone’s brother. Not anyone’s friend. I’m the one who finishes what others are too afraid to.