Zero

Judas was proving to be a valuable asset, but Tyler couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye. Judas's past was shrouded in mystery, and the intrigue and worry that lingered in Tyler's mind refused to dissipate.

"I hope Tyler agrees to have me work with him," Judas said, his voice laced with an air of confidence that only added to Tyler's unease.

One evening, as Tyler and Sanya sat on the balcony, watching the stars twinkle to life, Tyler's phone buzzed in his hand. He scrolled through his messages, his eyes scanning the screen with a mix of disinterest and habit. But then, one message caught his attention, sending a shiver down his spine.

The atmosphere grew thick with tension as Tyler read the message further, his eyes narrowing into slits. "This is a message clearly sent by an enemy," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Sanya's head snapped towards him, concern etched on her face. "Who could this be?" she asked, her voice low and urgent.

Tyler's grip