Chapter 3: Target
Dirga sat in silence. The air in his new apartment felt too sterile, too still—as if the world was holding its breath. The white walls, once a symbol of a new beginning, now closed in on him like the padded cell of a madhouse. He held the envelope in his trembling hands. The only thing he could think to do was follow the rule.
The rule.
That cursed instruction from a rabbit-headed monstrosity that handed him a winning lottery ticket and a death sentence in the same breath.
Harvest the soul.
But how?
Swallowing hard, Dirga finally tore the envelope open.
Inside was a single sheet of thick, blood-red paper. On it, scrawled in bold, almost calligraphic letters, was a name:
Domiscus Vantasio.
Below the name, a black seal was stamped with a single word:
DEAD.
Dirga’s pulse quickened. He knew that name. Who didn’t? Domiscus Vantasio was a titan in the tech world—CEO of Vantasio Technologies, a billionaire, and one of the most powerful men in the country. A man with influence, connections, and enough private security to rival a third-world dictator.