The Heavenly Demon of Terror

I stood in the middle of the warehouse, surrounded by unconscious mercenaries and the burned remnants of Gregory's secrets.

The night was silent again, but I knew better.

This wasn't over.

Step One – Securing What I Found

I pulled out my phone, snapping pictures of the half-burned documents and the mercenaries I had taken down. Evidence was always useful—whether to blackmail someone or prepare for the next fight.

I then picked up a mercenary's radio, twisting the frequency dial until I caught something.

A distorted voice crackled through.

ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFire(.)nᴇt

"—Unit three, report. Did you secure the site?"

I smirked. "Oh yeah, your guys are secured, alright. Knocked out cold."

Silence. Then—

"...Who the hell is this?"