Thenma gritted his teeth as the blood from his wound seeped through his jacket. His pulse was a steady thrum in his ears, but it wasn’t the rush of adrenaline anymore—it was the toll of too many close calls. His arm, bleeding freely now, burned with every movement as he swerved the motorbike through the dim, chaotic streets of District 7."Reve, what's my status?" he muttered through clenched teeth, weaving past a group of pedestrian traffickers who shot him suspicious glances.[Pursuers: Three vehicles detected. Optimal escape route: Overpass 6B. Risk level: High.]Thenma’s grip tightened on the throttle. He didn’t need to hear it. He knew the Nightfangs wouldn’t give up. The sound of roaring engines behind him was enough to know they were still in pursuit. There was no turning back now.He floored the accelerator, the engine roaring in protest, but the adrenaline dulling the pain in his side. The overpass was approaching—a narrow stretch, perfect for a risky maneuver. But the blood
The streets of District 7 buzzed with uneasy energy as Thenma parked his car under the shadow of a flickering streetlamp. The air smelled of rust and oil, mingled with the faint bitterness of smoke. Ahead, the underground casino loomed like a beast of shadows and neon, its muted glow spilling across cracked pavement.[New Objective: Infiltrate the Nightfangs' network]Reve’s voice chimed in his mind, cold and steady as always.“Got it,” Thenma muttered, tugging the hood of his jacket lower over his face. His hands brushed against the small earpiece tucked securely in place. “Start scanning for entry points. We don’t have time for games.”[Analyzing... Front access secured by biometric authentication. Alternative entry detected: Side ventilation shaft. Probability of success: 78%. Risk level: Moderate.]Thenma grimaced. “That doesn’t sound promising.”[Risk mitigation advised. Disguise effectiveness may provide higher success rates.]“Fine,” he muttered, pulling a small fake tattoo sti
The bass-heavy music pounded through the nightclub, vibrating the walls as Thenma slouched over the bar, an empty glass in his hand. His mind was a blur, lost in the haze of alcohol. Neon lights danced over the glossy liquor bottles behind the bar, but none of it mattered. He tilted his head and motioned to the bartender with two fingers."Another one," Thenma mumbled, slurring slightly.The bartender raised an eyebrow but silently refilled his glass. Thenma swirled the amber liquid, watching it slosh against the sides.“Cheers,” he muttered under his breath before downing the shot in one go.Despite the burn in his throat, nothing could numb the weight pressing down on him. His attempt to arresting Penelope had failed spectacularly. No matter how carefully he’d planned, it hadn’t been enough. Evan Clauster’s family influence was everywhere, even among those who were supposed to uphold the law.Thenma clenched his jaw, the taste of bile rising in his throat. Detective Miles, the most
Thenma walked through the school gates after a week of absence, his heart heavy with grief and anger. The weight of Adeline’s condition—her coma—was crushing him. He had tried to focus on other things, but his mind kept drifting back to his sister, lying motionless in that hospital bed, her life hanging by a thread because of the pills that had nearly destroyed her brain. Every time he thought of her, his desire for revenge burned hotter, fiercer. This wasn’t just about justice anymore. It was personal.Thenma made his way to the main building, keeping his head down as he recalled the events of the past week. Penelope's arrest had been all over his mind. He had envisioned it would ruin her reputation, expose her for the fraud she was. The school's "goddess" who had pretended to be perfect was nothing but a drug dealer in disguise, and he had wanted everyone to know that. Thenma would want to see Penelope's followers turn on her, disgusted by the truth.But when Thenma looked around,
Thenma paced outside the emergency room, his heart racing, his mind swirling with dread. The white walls of the hospital felt cold, sterile, and suffocating as he waited for any news about Adeline. His hands trembled, clutching Adeline's phone tightly. Every second felt like an eternity, the weight of guilt pressing down on him harder with each passing moment. As the doctor emerged, Thenma rushed forward like he was running for his life, his voice shaky. "How is she? Is she… Is she okay?" The doctor looked grim. "She overdosed on tranquilizers. We’re doing everything we can, but she’s in a critical condition. You need to prepare yourself for anything." The words hit Thenma like a punch to the gut. His knees buckled slightly, and he caught himself against the wall. "No… no, please… she has to be okay," he whispered, eyes red and glossy with unshed tears. His hands clasped together, fingers digging into his palms as he muttered prayers under his breath. “Please… please, don’t take h
Penelope was sprawled across the mattress like she owned the place, dressed in one of Evan’s shirts, her hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes flicked to Thenma as he entered, her expression momentarily startled before it shifted into her usual look of disdain. "Oh, I didn't see ya there," she drawled, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "What are you doing here, Thenma? Did you finally grow a spine, or are you here to get humiliated again?" Thenma stepped further into the room, his jaw tight. "I’m here for Evan. Where is he?" Penelope scoffed, sitting up slightly. "He’s not here, obviously. He’s out at some fancy party with his dad, like you know, he's not an ordinary person with ordinary daily things to do; wake up, survive, then sleep." Penelope still bragging about Evan, forgetting about the evil side of him. No wonder, since they were shared the same devil so they were a perfect match. "What’s the matter, Thenma? Did you really think you could come here and challenge
Thenma stood in the doorway of Adeline’s new apartment, watching as she sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV.After earned his first fantastic amount from registration reward, the first thing Thenma wanted to do with the money was to provide his sister a better life. He paid Adeline's top medical service to her physically and mentally's health, and bought a luxury apartment for their new living. Normally, Adeline would asked hundred times to make sure where did Thenma got such a money, but she kept her mouth shut like she didn't care, or she just didn't concerned about that because her head was full of something else.The apartment was modern and clean, with large windows letting in natural light, but the brightness didn’t reach her. Her once vibrant energy was gone, and she seemed like a shadow of the girl she used to be."Adeline," Thenma said softly, trying to put on a smile. "Look at this place. It’s beautiful, right? You don’t have to worry about anything anymore. We’ve go
Thenma blinked slowly as his eyes fluttered open. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled his senses, and the ceiling above him was blindingly white. Pain radiated from his ribs and thigh, forcing him to stay still. He realized he was in the hospital, his body aching with every breath. A soft rustle beside him caught his attention. Thenma turned his head slightly and saw Adeline sitting in the chair next to his bed. Her face looked gaunt, her once lively eyes now dull and lifeless. The cuts on her face from Evan’s abuse were faint but still visible, casting a shadow over her usually glowing appearance. Her shoulders were hunched, and her clothes were wrinkled, as though she hadn’t left his side for days. Adeline noticed Thenma was awake and stood up, her movements slow and heavy. She looked at him for a long moment before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. "How… how are you feeling?"Thenma’s throat tightened as guilt washed over him. He tried to answer, but the words stuck
Thenma's head throbbed with pain as the wine glass shattered against the skin. His vision blurred, and blood trickled down his face, but anger—fueled by betrayal—burned hotter than any pain. "How could you do this to me, Pene?" Thenma's voice cracked, filled with rage and disbelief. He tried to move toward Penelope, his trembling hands tried to reaching out. Penelope, her face suddenly pale, took a small step back. For the first time, she looked afraid of the loser she used to look down at. "What the...? Stay away from me!" she said, her voice a little tremble. Her voice wavered as she saw the fury in Thenma's eyes. It wasn't the weak Thenma she had always known. It was as if she had woken something dark inside him a sleeping monster that had now surfaced. Before Thenma could get any closer, Evan shoved him hard, sending him stumbling backward. "Where do you think you're going, loser?" Evan smirked as Thenma crumpled to the floor. "You really think you can have her? She's mine!"