NOOO
The entire town had fallen into ruin.
Smoke choked the air. Flames devoured what remained of the streets. Collapsed buildings lay scattered like broken bones beneath the dark, suffocating clouds above.
Heroes were still fighting in the distance with a Villain, still struggling to hold the line.
But one of them… was barely alive.
He dragged himself forward across the cracked ground, his nails digging desperately into the earth as he tried to crawl ahead. Yet every few seconds, he kept looking back over his shoulder and was terrified.
His condition was horrifying.
Not because of visible injuries, there were only a few scratches on his body, nothing fatal. And yet… he looked like a man whose soul was already waiting to leave his corpse.
Then, he looked up.
A figure stood before him.
Black mask. Black hoodie. Silent. Motionless.
The hero froze in absolute terror. His entire body began trembling violently.
“W-why…?” he stammered, his voice cracking apart. “Why are you doing this to me…?”
No answer came.
The masked figure simply began walking toward him—slowly, steadily—while pulling off his gloves with chilling calmness.
And in that moment, the hero understood.
Death was only seconds away.
“N-no… please…” he babbled desperately, panic consuming him. “Forgive me… don’t kill me… please—!”
Then came one final scream.
A sharp, horrifying cry that echoed through the ruined city.
Silence followed.
The hero’s pupils vanished completely. His skin turned deathly pale, while blackened veins spread across his entire body like corruption crawling beneath the flesh.
And then—
He collapsed. Lifeless.
The person in the black mask stared for only a moment… before silently walking away into the smoke.
After few days,
The room glowed in the soft, golden halo of the vanity lights. Natalia moved like liquid silk across the marble floor, every curve of her body sculpted, polished, and deliberate. Her dark skin gleamed under the lights, her full lips painted a deep, dangerous red. Long, coiled hair cascaded over her shoulders, bouncing with each step, and her emerald dress clung to her hips like a second skin, leaving just enough to the imagination.
Tonight’s client was no ordinary patron. He was wealthy, powerful, and demanding, the kind of man who paid more in one night than most people earned in a year. Natalia’s every movement was a performance, practiced, precise, lethal in its allure.
She adjusted her heels in the mirror, arching her back, turning her head slightly, eyes glinting with teasing confidence. Her fingers lingered on her necklace, golden chain catching the light as if daring anyone to look closer.
Then came the quiet shift. The air changed. A soft, almost imperceptible sound behind her; a presence she hadn’t expected. Her heartbeat skipped. She wasn’t alone.
Slowly, she turned, eyes narrowing, expecting the usual: a man, perhaps too eager, perhaps too confident.
But the reflection in the mirror froze her.
A girl stood there. Young, radiant, impossibly delicate, platinum blonde hair falling in messy waves around a flawless face. Wide, curious piercing blue eyes that held both innocence and daring, lips soft and slightly parted. Her skin caught the warm light, almost glowing, almost ethereal. Her oversized silver jacket, black crop top, and combat-style pants give her the vibe of a rebellious street fighter who never loses control. Calm yet unreadable, she carries herself like someone who always has a hidden plan.
Natalia’s breath caught, a low laugh escaping her throat. “I… I was expecting a man today,” she said, voice even, sultry, edged with surprise. Her eyes roamed the girl’s figure slowly, deliberately, absorbing every line, every subtle curve. “…but no problem,” she continued, her smile curling with mischief. “You’re prettier. And…” She leaned slightly closer, letting her voice drop to a teasing, intimate whisper, “…it will be more fun with you.”
The girl’s gaze met hers in the mirror, unflinching, shimmering with a strange, electric energy. Natalia’s pulse raced, a delicious thrill coursing through her. She had faced many, seduced many, but this—this was unexpected, dangerous and irresistible.
The girl standing before her smiled with effortless confidence. “Oh hi… darling…” she said, her voice smooth, almost playful.
Outside the building, inside the Car, that sound crackled through the microphone. Two boys were listening closely, every word from Natalia’s room feeding straight into their ears.
Suddenly, both of them froze. Their eyes widened as they turned to each other at the exact same moment.
“Sky…?” they said in unison.
From the driver’s seat, Ben leaned forward, confusion tightening his voice. “How did Sky get there before us? Wasn’t this target ours, Xavier?”
Xavier’s jaw clenched, his lips pressing into a hard line as he shook his head in disbelief.
“Sky…” he muttered, anger simmering beneath the name.
Then, without another second to waste, he shoved the door open, jumped out, and sprinted toward Natalia’s room.
Natalia’s excitement flickered instantly, her eyes lighting up with interest.
The girl began to walk toward her slowly, each step deliberate, controlled. “Tonight,” she said softly, “you’re coming with me.”
Natalia smirked, a spark of mischief dancing in her eyes. With a graceful motion, she gestured toward her bed. “Why go anywhere, honey?” she purred. “We can start right here…”
The girl glanced at the bed, her gaze lingering for a brief moment. Then she closed her eyes gently, almost as if imagining something far better before opening them again with a sharp, decisive energy.
Tilting her head slightly, she echoed Natalia’s tone, a hint of dominance slipping into her voice. “Nahh… it won’t be as fun here…” she said, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “…not like it would be with me. At my place.”
Natalia’s breath deepened, her excitement rising, her gaze turning heavier, more intense as she looked at the girl, drawn in, intrigued, and completely captivated by whatever this unexpected night was about to become.
And just at that moment, Xavier suddenly appeared at Natalia’s window.
Standing at the window with messy golden-blonde hair and a composed expression, Xavier radiates quiet authority. His slightly unbuttoned white shirt, layered chains, and sleek black pants make his effortless style look both elegant and intimidating. He doesn’t need to raise his voice, his calm confidence alone makes people follow him.
Natalia startled, stepping back slightly. “And… who are you now?” she asked, her voice edged with confusion. “Were you my client for tonight?”
Xavier opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, Sky let out a soft, mocking laugh.
“Him? Your client?” she said, amusement dripping from her voice. “Oh please… forget that.”
Xavier’s gaze shifted from Natalia to Sky, his expression tightening. With a sharp, mocking tone, he said, “Oh… you’re here too, wild vine.”
Sky didn’t miss a beat. She shot back instantly, her voice just as biting, “And you’re here as well, you stray wolf.”
Xavier stepped forward, his voice edged with warning. “Sky… you shouldn’t be here.”
Sky stretched lazily, pretending to yawn as if none of this concerned her. “Well… I just had to come,” she said casually, then glanced at Natalia with a playful wink. “For this killer beauty, of course.”
Natalia instantly flushed, a soft blush creeping across her cheeks. “Oh… hearing a compliment like that from someone as pretty as you feels strangely nice,” she admitted, a little shy but clearly pleased.
Sky clasped her hands dramatically, fluttering her lashes in an exaggerated, almost theatrical way.
Xavier rolled his eyes, watching the two with pure boredom. “Yeah, great. Go ahead, have a whole conversation with her.”
Sky shot back instantly, not missing a beat, “Like you could even manage that.”
Natalia’s eyes moved between the two, her confusion deepening. “Wait… do you two know each other?”
Xavier ignored her question completely. His focus returned to Natalia, his voice firm, almost commanding. “You have to come with me.”
“Oops… looks like you’re late,” Sky cut in smoothly, folding her arms with a smug smile. “I got here first. So now… she’s coming with me.”
The boy’s jaw tightened, his tone turning stubborn. “I’m not letting you take her with you.”
Sky glanced at her nails, blowing lightly on them as if bored, then smirked. “You’re welcome to try…” she said lazily. “Stop me if you can.”
Natalia watched them both, a strange mix of emotions flickering across her face—amusement, excitement, and sheer disbelief.
“Two clients in one night…” she murmured, a playful grin spreading across her lips. “And both of you want to spend the night with me?”
She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Wow… why don’t we just make it a threesome?”
Xavier and Sky snapped their heads toward her at the exact same moment—
“NOOO.”
Their voices rang out in perfect unison.
