The screen disappeared and materialized again. "First mission?" Andrew muttered under his breath. –Tap on the screen to display your mission–"I'm not tapping on any bullshit!" Andrew's resolve grew and he went back to his office chair. –Very well then. It might interest you to know that the theme of this mission is to get back your wealth–All the hairs on Andrew's body stood and he gritted his teeth. It dawned on him that the dream he had about his parents was somehow connected to this. It seemed odd what he was getting himself into. He placed the paper angrily on the table and clutched his hand with both hands. "I don't know Valkyron but this doesn't feel real," Andrew admitted. –I must apologize if you feel that way, master but the earlier you accept responsibility for your mission the faster you can get your wealth before your rivals do–Andrew shot his head up immediately, 'There are others involved in this too' he intoned internally. –Yes there are–"What the—" Andrew exc
Andrew's eyes Fluttered open as he woke up, blinking rapidly as the morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, lighting up his bedroom. He glanced around, disoriented, his mind was still in a blank space for that moment. He struggled to remember what had happened the previous night. He looked around the room with suprise in his eyes wondering how he had got here. He held his head feebly between his hands and tried to process his thoughts. There was something there, just beyond his reach, something important. He reached for it, but as he did, a sharp pain shot through the back of his head. He winced, pressing his fingers to his temple, as if that might help to ease the throbbing ache."What... happened?" he muttered to himself, still feeling groggy. He pushed himself up on the bed, propping his back against the headboard. The images from the previous night were blurred, and no matter how hard he tried to concentrate, he couldn't piece them together.As he swung his legs over the
Andrew let the phone slip from his hand and made his way to the bathroom door. Before he could turn the handle, the door to the bedroom creaked open, and his wife, Lisa, walked in.“Andrew,” she called softly, her eyes scanning his face, “I thought I heard you come in. I was just finishing up downstairs. You look...” Her voice trailed off as she stepped closer, her brow furrowing as she took in his tense posture. “You look like you’ve had a long day.”Andrew managed a weak smile, attempting to brush it off. “Yeah, you could say that.” He nodded toward the bathroom. “I was just about to take a shower, clear my head.”Lisa reached out, her hand brushing against his arm. She felt the tension in his muscles. Something was wrong, she knew him well enough to see that much. She had seen that look before, she recognised it immediately. “Andrew,” she said gently, stepping closer, her eyes searching his, “what’s going on? You seem... different. You can talk to me, you know that, right?”Andre
Andrew dried his face clean before making his way out of the bathroom. Lisa was already long gone by the time that he was out. His eyes scanned the room for any signs of Valkyron but the system wasn't there. He sighed and proceeded to dry the rest of his body. As he did so, there was only one thought on his mind; to visit the prison where Alec had been and question the officers why they had released him from prison. The thought of it made Andrew's insides burn with rage—How could they have let Alec off just like that, after the gravity of his crimes? Andrew could not contain his disappointment for the police department in the city. Even if they had wanted to release Alec, be shooting have been informed about it. Now he was convinced that the letter he had gotten was from Alec himself—he had been the one to deliver the threat letter to his office. "That bastard, if I happen to lay my hands on him, I'm so going to beat him to a pulp and he's going to regret leaving prison in the firs
Chapter 90Andrew glanced at the screen, his heart skipping a beat as he saw Patrick's name."Hey, Andrew. Need to talk to you about Alec's case," the text read.Andrew's curiosity piqued, he typed out a swift response. "What is it?"The reply came quickly. "Alec was never in the police station to begin with."Andrew's eyes widened, his mind reeling. "What do you mean?" he typed, his fingers stumbling over the keys."The night he was supposed to be transferred, he escaped. No one noticed until morning," Patrick's response read.Andrew's stare locked onto the screen, his thoughts racing. How could this have happened?He felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He looked up at the lady who barely noticed his presence and went back to the business that she was attending to before Andrew came in. He made his way out of the station, galncing down at his watch, he noticed that there was still enough time for him to get yo is office. As he made his way to his car, he couldn't get the though
Chapter 91Andrew sat at his desk, staring blankly at the files spread in front of him. He was done at the day at the office and needed to return home. Without warning, the atmosphere shifted again. The lights above flickered, and the clock hands froze mid-tick. Andrew took a deep breath, his pulse quickening as he glanced around. He knew what was coming.—Greetings, Master— Valkyron's voice resonated directly in Andrew's mind, calm and steady.Andrew forced a nervous smile, leaning back in his chair.—The confrontation with Alec will demand more than you currently possess— Valkyron stated blankly. Andrew frowned, the weight of Valkyron's words pressing on him. "What exactly does that mean?"—It means you will face trials, Master— Valkyron said. —Challenges that will test your strength, your courage, and your resolve. For that, you will need access to me at all times. I must be by your side to guide you, without limitation—Andrew raised an eyebrow. "You're here now. Isn't that eno
Chapter 93Andrew ascended the stairs, the wood creaking softly under his weight as he approached Dora’s room. He paused in front of her door, his hand hovering just above the painted surface. His heart ached at the thought of the pain he had caused her—disappointment that was still fresh in her eyes as she slammed the door shut.He wanted to knock, to tell her again how sorry he was, to hold her and promise that he’d make it up to her. But he knew she probably wouldn't answer, that she needed space. The last thing he wanted was to make things worse by pushing her too hard.Andrew sighed, lowering his hand. The hallway was dark, a single lamp casting a dim light that barely reached Dora’s door. He hesitated for a moment, then turned and made his way to his own room, his heart heavy. He opened the door to his bedroom, the familiar scent of lavender and freshly laundered sheets filling the air. He closed the door behind him and crossed the room, collapsing onto the bed, his body sinking
Andrew ascended the stairs, the wood creaking softly under his weight as he approached Dora’s room. He paused in front of her door, his hand hovering just above the painted surface. His heart ached at the thought of the pain he had caused her—disappointment that was still fresh in her eyes as she slammed the door shut.He wanted to knock, to tell her again how sorry he was, to hold her and promise that he’d make it up to her. But he knew she probably wouldn't answer, that she needed space. The last thing he wanted was to make things worse by pushing her too hard.Andrew sighed, lowering his hand. The hallway was dark, a single lamp casting a dim light that barely reached Dora’s door. He hesitated for a moment, then turned and made his way to his own room, his heart heavy. He opened the door to his bedroom, the familiar scent of lavender and freshly laundered sheets filling the air. He closed the door behind him and crossed the room, collapsing onto the bed, his body sinking into the m