Chapter 1: Betrayal and Death
In a certain corner of the city, a place that lacked any sign of human activity..... well, almost.
An abandoned warehouse stood in what looked like the middle of nowhere.
Inside, the lights dimly flickered. There were multiple puppdles on the floor showing exactly how long it had been since this place was last used.
But oddly, the air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and decay.
Deeper inside, a single, rusted chair sat in the center of the room, and in it, bound by thick steel chains, was Ethan Carter—battered, bruised, and barely clinging to consciousness.
His head lolled forward, his black hair stained with blood. His left eye was swollen shut and a deep cut ran across his temple, and his once-neat suit was torn, stained crimson with his own blood.
His breathing was ragged and uneven, each breath he took sent a sharp pain through his ribs, reminding him that at least three of them were broken.
A slow clap echoed through the room.
Ethan forced his good eye open, vision blurry, but the voice was enough. He didn’t need to see to recognize the man who had orchestrated his downfall.
Nathaniel Langley.
The head of the National Security Division and the son of a military general. He was a man who wore a clean suit, yet had a soul as rotten as the filth pooling at his feet.