After the lecture from the system, about the new personality he would take up, about his missions in the Refuge, and about his missing daughter, Matheus stepped out of the agency. The neon lights danced through the darkened streets as Matheus stepped out into the night and travelled downtown. He could feel the pulsating energy of the city engulfing him, urging him forward. The sound of faint music guided him towards a nightclub, its doors welcoming him into a world of mystery and excitement.Allowing the atmosphere of the club to infiltrate his soul, Matheus took a moment to soak in his surroundings. Matheus could sense the untold adventures that awaited him in the street.Memories flooded his mind, reminiscing when he had been awakened in different personas − a seasoned mafia boss, a cunning detective, a ferocious werewolf. And now, he found himself transformed into a vampire on a mission, embracing the enigmatic allure of the night.As Matheus continued to observe his surroundings
Matheus followed the direction he was given and walked into the dimly lit nightclub.The club, unlike the one he left, was a smoky atmosphere enveloping him as pulsating music filled the air.He scanned the crowd, searching for any sign of James DeMull, but he knew he wouldn't be an easy target. The rumours he had heard about this place made his blood boil with anger, knowing the young lives that were being stolen and exploited by its owner.The mix of feelings, anger, dread, and the fact that his daughter might be having the same problem was all etched across his face as Matheus made his way through the crowd, keeping a low profile.As he discreetly approached one of the staff members, a burly bouncer with a stern look, Matheus politely asked for permission to speak with James, the master of the place.The bouncer's eyes narrowed, sizing him up before shaking his head curtly. "I'm sorry, mate," the bouncer grumbled, his voice strained under the overwhelming bass. "But nobody sees th
Matheus cautiously descended the dimly lit stairs, following the instructions given by the mysterious black guy he had encountered earlier. He had gorged out the truth and he was sure that he wasn't tricked.The dank smell of dampness filled the air, as he navigated his way through the labyrinthine basement, searching for room seven.Finally, Mathues reached his destination and pushed the creaking door open. Upon entering the room, his eyes immediately locked onto James, standing at the centre with a rifle firmly clenched in his hand.With the description from the rough photograph he was given, he was sure that James was standing before him. Recognition flashed across James' face, and a sinister smile spread across his lips as he pointed the weapon at Mathues."Well, well, Mathues of the Refuge Organization. I've been expecting you," James spoke with a chilling calmness. "You made a grave mistake coming after me."Matheus was shocked. He wondered how many knew him to be an agent fro
Matheus entered his room after the night ordeal. He had concluded a mission and had contributed to making the world better. He knew that the person behind the body he now had had been doing it in the past but the feeling was different. He did it because he wanted to, not because he was told to do it. Fatigue weighed heavily on his shoulders, making each step slower than the last. The day had been long and tiring, and he yearned for a few moments of solitude before retiring for the night.He checked the fridge and his eyes fell on the pants on fresh blood in the refrigerator. As a vampire, he should take some but he didn't want to. He knew the blood was taken from someone, forcible. As he closed the door behind him, a sudden urgency filled the air. The intercom crackled to life and a stern voice commanded, "Agent Matheus, report to the boardroom immediately." His brows furrowed in confusion.Why did he have to appear before the board yet again? He had been there twice that day. Perh
Matheus rubbed his eyes and let out a deep yawn as he stumbled toward the door to let in the morning light.As he bent down to pick up his newspaper, he noticed a white envelope lying on the floor. Curiosity piqued, he picked it up and examined the front- it was addressed to him, with the bold letters but without the logo of the agency. It was informal. Heart racing, Matheus ripped it open and began to read."Matheus,I hope you're doing well. I am reaching out to you in a time of need, as I find myself in a difficult situation. Our agency recently sent me on a mission to attack a group of goons who were holding a container in the port. However, upon investigation, I learned that this was not a goon gathering, but a stronghold of terrorists. I fear I cannot survive this mission alone.That's why I'm asking for your help. I need you to come to my location and provide backup. I've included my address in this letter- I hope to see you soon, and I hoped that you would help. Sincerely,H
Matheus cleaned his clothes and drove back to the Refuge agency, his frustration palpable as he made his way to his room.The weight of the day's events hung heavy on his shoulders, driving his every thought. Without delay, he entered the room and headed straight for the shower, hoping that the warm water would wash away not just the grime of the day, but also the growing anger within him.As the water cascaded over his body, Matheus found that the water wasn't working. He replayed the events that had led him to this moment.The loss of Agent Harris was not just a tragic event but also a catalyst for the realization that something sinister was at play within the agency's board.His mind was filled with doubts and questions, and the only solace he found was in knowing that his instincts had not failed him.Moments later, a deafening alarm pierced through the air from the soundtem in each room and the corridor, signalling that all agents were required to gather at the central circle for
Matheus had found pleasure in stepping out at leisure to clubs and downtown to ease his mind and he prepared for the trip again. To avoid being noticed, he would enter into a new club each night and never and in there, he sat. After he made an order, a man walked close and sat at his table, the hat on his head offered coverage to his face and when he removed the hat, Matheus could see who he was. The memories of their past encounters, locations where they had met and the things that they had said to each other rushed through his mind, leaving him with a mix of emotions - apprehension, curiosity, and a hint of relief. It was Wilson, the hunter who had been relentlessly pursuing him and had succeeded in killing him in the past. Matheus knew he had to tread carefully."So, Matheus, I killed you," Wilson stated matter-of-factly, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "I still have the stake that I used the other time. I can do it again."Matheus offered a slight smile, ma
The briefing room was abuzz with anticipation as Mathues waited for his meeting with the commander who would give him the remaining Intel on the mission he was about to take on.The mission at hand was crucial, involving the rescue of hostages held captive by a notorious terrorist gang on the outskirts of the city, and instigating the respect that they so deserve from the government. Matheus had meticulously studied the file he was given, delving into every piece of information about the gang's leader, revealing a pattern of meticulous planning and ruthlessness. As he prepared himself mentally, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension.Finally, the door swung open, and Commander Evans entered the room. His stern gaze acknowledged Mathues, who stood up immediately, ready to discuss the mission."Matheus, I trust you've done your homework," the commander began, his eyes narrowing slightly as he examined Mathues' demeanour."Yes, sir," Matheus replied confidently.