After his job as a delivery boy, Tiraz finally reached his small makeshift house.He sighed with relief, grateful for the chance to relax before the training session later that night.As he stepped inside, he closed the door behind him and took a moment to savor the familiar comfort of his humble abode.Glancing at the clock on the wall, Tiraz realized it was already 9:30 PM. He had limited time to prepare before heading to the city park.With a sense of urgency, he quickly changed out of his work clothes and into something more comfortable.As he moved about his tiny kitchen, Tiraz turned on the television to provide some background noise.The news program blared into the room, reporting various events happening in the city. It was a routine he had grown accustomed to, finding solace in the familiarity of the television's presence.While the news anchors talked about mundane topics, Tiraz's attention was momentarily diverted when a breaking news segment caught his ear.The reporter's
Everyone stood in stunned silence as Mr. Arkram revealed that they would be hunting down the serial killer.Aria's voice broke the silence, filled with disbelief and concern."But Mr. Arkram, how are we supposed to find the killer? We're not even awakened, and even the awakened heroes have failed to catch them," she said, her voice trembling slightly.Tristan, unable to resist the opportunity to mock Tiraz and his friends, interjected arrogantly, "Yeah, what can a bunch of amateurs like you do? You'll only get in the way."Tiraz shot back with a mischievous grin,"Oh, Tristan, don't worry. I promise not to trip you up if we're running away from danger."A chorus of laughter erupted from the rest of the group, lightening the tense atmosphere momentarily.Mr. Arkram raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the banter."Enough, children," Mr. Arkram said, his voice carrying a sense of authority."You need not worry. I will be supervising you all throughout, ensuring your safety."He exuded a
Tristan clenched his fists, his muscles tensing, ready to confront the threat head-on.Tiraz, however, held his ground, his mind racing with thoughts of Mr. Arkram's words.Remembering their two options, Tiraz whispered to Tristan, "We have a choice, Tristan. What do you say?""Do we run? or do we take this battle head-on?"Tristan sneered, his arrogance seeping into his words."You can run if you're too much of a pussy. I'll take care of this."Tiraz's eyes narrowed, a defiant glint in his gaze."I'm asking in case you're pissing your pants."Tristan's lips curled into a disdainful smirk, but he refrained from responding.He knew deep down that he needed Tiraz's support, even if he would never admit it out loud.Side by side, they took battle stances, their bodies tensed and ready to face the imminent danger.The golden aura that surrounded Tristan began to emanate once again, a manifestation of his awakened power.As their eyes locked with the sinister gaze of the serial killer, the
The atmosphere around the killer seemed to crackle with an aura of darkness and malevolence.The sheer intensity of his assault threatened to overwhelm Tristan and Tiraz.Drawing upon his awakened power, Tristan unleashed a flurry of blows, his strikes infused with a newfound strength.Each punch carried the weight of his determination and resolve.Yet, despite the force behind his attacks, the killer proved to be an elusive opponent, evading most of Tristan's strikes with inhuman agility.Tiraz, his wounds stinging, refused to let the pain hinder his resolve.He darted around the battlefield, seeking openings and exploiting the killer's moments of vulnerability.His movements were swift and calculated, his strikes aimed with precision.Their battle reached a critical juncture as Tristan and Tiraz launched a coordinated assault.With a synchronized effort, they aimed their strikes at the killer, their combined strength surging through the air.But the killer, sensing their intent, twi
Tiraz and Tristan sprinted through the park, their hearts pounding in their chests as they sought to escape the unsettling emptiness that surrounded them.The once familiar pathway was now cloaked in darkness and shadows, the trees looming like ominous sentinels.They came to a sudden halt, their breaths ragged, as they realized they were trapped in the heart of the park.The dense forest pressed in on them from all sides, leaving them vulnerable and exposed.Tiraz's eyes darted around, his senses on high alert."Tristan, we're surrounded. We need to find a way out of here."Tristan's gaze swept the area, his mind racing to find a solution."There's no way out," he muttered, his voice laced with frustration."We're cornered."Suddenly, a flash of movement caught Tiraz's attention. Without warning, a knife hurtled through the air, aimed directly at his face.In a split second, Tristan reacted, his reflexes honed by his awakened powers.He reached out, grabbing the knife just inches awa
Tristan and Tiraz fought with everything they had, their strikes fueled by their determination to overcome the invisible killer.However, the advantage of stealth was clearly in the killer's favor, as he continued to deliver punishing blows while remaining elusive.Each strike landed on Tristan and Tiraz, inflicting damage and sapping their strength. The pain seared through their bodies, threatening to break their resolve.Yet, they refused to give up, their eyes locked on the shifting shadows, searching for any clue that would reveal the killer's location.The killer's laughter echoed through the air, a twisted symphony of sadistic pleasure. He relished in their suffering, delighting in the torment he inflicted.The more damage they received, the more his laughter intensified, fueling his cruel enjoyment.Tiraz's mind raced, desperately seeking a way to gain the upper hand against their invisible adversary.Then, a realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.A brilliant plan beg
On the television screen, the news channel played in the bustling television shop, its volume filling the air.The reporter's voice resonated through the store, capturing the attention of passersby."...breaking news regarding the notorious serial killer who has been terrorizing our city for months.""In a surprising turn of events, the criminal was apprehended earlier today right in front of the city police station, in an unconscious state.""Authorities are still investigating the circumstances surrounding his capture, as the individual responsible for subduing the killer has chosen to remain anonymous."As the camera panned over the police station, the voice of the reporter slowly faded, blending with the background noise of the city.The scene shifted, focusing on Tiraz as he whizzed past the television shop on his trusty bicycle.The sound of the news channel lingered in the background as Tiraz pedaled with determination, his mind preoccupied with unanswered questions.He knew th
The students of Class E settled into their seats, anticipation radiating through the room.The air was charged with a mixture of excitement and curiosity as they waited for Mr. Arkram to arrive.Within a few minutes, the door swung open, and Mr. Arkram made his entrance, his presence commanding and enigmatic.He wore a long black coat that billowed behind him, adding an aura of mystery to his already intriguing persona.The class turned their attention to him, their eyes fixated on the figure that held the key to their unanswered questions.As Mr. Arkram took his place at the front of the class, the room fell into a respectful silence.The students' eyes were trained on him, their curiosity evident in their expectant gazes.Tiraz, unable to contain his burning question any longer, raised his hand, seeking permission to speak.Mr. Arkram acknowledged him with a nod, inviting him to ask his query."Why did we have to hand over the killer anonymously?"Tiraz's voice held a blend of curio