The Bookkeeper

Raiden’s lips stretched from ear to ear as he stared into Speed’s golden eyes. Without hesitation, he slammed his fist into Speed’s gut. Speed flinched—the pain caught him off guard—but Raiden couldn’t care less. All he wanted in that moment were the thrills, the raw excitement coursing through his veins.

He sent another strike. This time Speed didn’t flinch, but Raiden was completely unbothered. He began to laugh like a psycho, unleashing strike after relentless strike.

But Raiden’s face fell at Speed’s indifference. He instantly drove him down to the ground.

Raiden’s frame quivered with gleeful laughter while Speed remained stone-faced. He approached slowly, sat on him, and drove his fist into Speed’s face. Before the first strike could even register, the second was already coming.

Each strike brought waves of exhilaration, driving his need for more, but Speed stayed utterly motionless.

But Speed’s relentless disrespect finally broke through Raiden’s excitement, twisting his laughter into a bitter sneer. His face darkened immediately. The complete lack of reaction to his blows ignited something darker.

He narrowed his eyes and locked onto Speed’s collar. No euphoria remained—just burning rage at being so thoroughly dismissed. This ends now.

He hoisted Speed up and channeled every ounce of his strength into one final blow, slamming his head against the fountain’s edge with crushing force. The stone crumbled on impact.

Blood erupted from Speed’s cracked skull, flooding the water and spattering Raiden’s clothes. He let the body fall without ceremony, feeling no guilt or remorse—only a peaceful calm as he looked skyward.