Chapter 1: Prologue
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Inside a towering skyscraper that pierced the clouds, alarms blared through reinforced halls.
Deep in a sealed conference room, seven men sat around a long table. Advanced security systems guarded them from the outside world—or so they thought.
At the head sat King, a broad-shouldered man with a scar running across his face, his thick beard making him look as imposing as his reputation. The current president of the establishment, King was more than just a businessman—he oversaw the illegal transport of nuclear weapons through an underground network that few knew existed.
The alarms distracted him, and with a frown, he ordered one of his men to investigate.
“So... back to more pressing matters,” King said, gesturing for the meeting to resume.
One of the men, a lean figure with a mohawk and glasses, nodded. “As I was saying, boss—maybe we should cut down on the num—”
BOOM.
The conference room door exploded off its hinges, crashing halfway across the room. A guard flew in right after, slamming into the floor with a sickening thud.
The men froze. The guard, barely conscious, managed to whisper, “...he’s coming...” before collapsing.
“Who’s com—”
The question died as a figure stepped through the doorway.
A young man. Calm. Confident. A grin across his face as if this was all routine.
“Hmm... seems I found the right room,” he said, scanning their terrified faces.
“Say... I’m looking for a man named King. Tall guy, scar on his face. Kinda hard to miss.”
Every head turned slowly toward King. The scarred man’s expression twisted into one of pure fear.
“...Bram,” he muttered.
“Oh, there you are, King.” Bram tilted his head, smiling faintly. “You’ve been a hard man to find. But now that I have...” His grin widened. “You already know what this means, don’t you?”
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My name is Bram.
You’re probably wondering why they’re so afraid—or why I’m hunting this man down.
Well... all in due time.
My world may look like an oasis of peace, a society that overcame the disasters of the Merge. But real peace is a lie. Beneath the surface, powerful people pull the strings, ruling from the shadows—plotting, scheming, and passing judgment with no regard for the consequences.
And I intend to expose every last one of them.
This isn’t the beginning of my story.
And it’s far from the end.
But you’ll see soon enough.
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