"You are so delusional! You want me to tell her who her stepbrother is? You want to ruin my career? My life? My late husband was right about you. And know this," she pointed a finger at him, ready to deliver her final words on the matter, "what you said will never happen. I will never expose the secret I’ve been hiding from Wuyan for so long."With that, Mrs. Pheona stormed out of the prison, leaving Mr. Warren behind. She got into her car, heading back to her house. "I must do something about this," she screamed in the car, her voice filled with frustration. She was so distracted as she drove that she almost collided with an oncoming vehicle. She knew Wuyan would never give up until she found the answer, which was all the more reason she needed to act fast. Her life would be destroyed if Wuyan ever uncovered the truth. Mrs. Pheona desperately thought of a way to end this ordeal, and one dark thought crept into her mind: *Murder*, she whispered to herself, her lips curling into a sini

AUSTELIN'S MANSION**Bryan had been living in deep thought since he returned from the prison after seeing Mr. Warren. He had just one thing bothering him, and it was unraveling his dad's death. From what Warren had told him, it wasn't the end of the dark shadows yet, and his dad was into some cult that gave him such wealth and influence. If what Mr. Warren said was true, the first step to take was to decipher the name of the cult his dad was involved with. After a thorough search in his heart, he couldn't think of what cult his father was in, so he decided to go through a thorough search in his dad's mansion.Edward moved back and forth in his dad's room, searching for any information. He saw pictures of his dad from a tender age until his old age. He also saw pictures of a woman always next to his dad, but he couldn't recognize her face; it was obscure. After searching for hours and finding nothing, he moved to his dad's library. There were thousands of books, and Bryan hadn't bother

Bryan stood outside, still not satisfied with the information Mr. Benjamin had given him. He had hoped for more but decided to work with what he had. It was time to start somewhere. Since the White Shadows fraternity had been his dad's effort to fight the Dark Shadows, he would bring the fraternity back to life. All he needed to do was gather people who would join the cult and help in the fight.An idea came to him immediately. He quickly took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Dickson's number. "Hello, Dickson. You and Carlo should meet at my house. We have something really important to discuss," he said. "Okay, boss. We’ll be there," Dickson replied, and Bryan ended the call.He got into his car and started the engine. As he began driving, he fell into deep thought about how he could make the White Shadows fraternity strong enough to stand against the Dark Shadows. The key idea that came to his mind was training. Mr. Benjamin had told him that the Dark Shadows underwent a

Two days have passed, and the 50 people who volunteered to be part of the White Shadows have returned to the Austelins Mansion for their training as promised. A date has been set for next week for the initiation of other volunteers who were living in other parts of the country.Bryan had reprinted the White Shadows logo and purchased licensed firearms for every member. The main course today was to teach them how to use them. The initiates all stood holding their guns while Carlo and Dickson stood in front of them. The first step was to teach them how to use a gun."The weapon you are holding is an AK-47 rifle," Dickson started. "The AK-47 was designed by **Mikhail Kalashnikov**, a Soviet engineer and tank commander. He developed the weapon in the late 1940s as part of a Soviet military initiative to create a reliable, durable, and easy-to-manufacture assault rifle. Kalashnikov's design became the standard issue for the Soviet armed forces in 1949 and later spread globally, making him

By noon the following day, Carlo and Dickson drove out of town to a place called Camelot. Camelot was the ghetto part of the city, where the youth were involved in many crimes like drugs, kidnapping, assassination, and money laundering. The crime rate was high, as it was the primary means of survival for the youth. Dickson and Carlo had come here to gather intel about the Dark Shadows.They arrived in Camelot, parked under a tree, and proceeded into a bar. Inside, the bar was dark with all the curtains down. Naked strippers moved about, and different gangs occupied various spots. Dickson and Carlo headed towards a table occupied by a gang known as the Ratels. They had previously learned that the Ratels were the biggest drug dealers in Camelot and might have connections with the Dark Shadows.The Ratels were in conversation when Dickson interrupted.“Greetings,” Dickson said, while Carlo stood beside him.“How can we help you?” one of the men asked.“I’m here for a drug deal,” Dickson