The Heavenly Demon of Terror

(Samuel's POV – A New Identity, A New Life)

I walked through the crowded airport, my pace slow and casual.

The air was filled with the usual sounds—people chattering, flight announcements echoing through the speakers, and the occasional screech of luggage wheels on polished floors.

No one paid attention to me.

Good.

That's exactly what I wanted.

I adjusted my black leather jacket, slipping my hands into my pockets as I approached the departure terminal.

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A New Name, A New Face

I stopped in front of the check-in counter, pulling out my passport.

A Russian passport.