The Heavenly Demon of Terror

Owen's POV

The air in Shanghai was thick—rain-soaked and heavy, like the world knew I was done with it.

I stood at the rooftop edge of a nameless building, boots planted in puddles that shimmered with the city's glow. Below me, the world churned in ignorance. Cars moved. Lights blinked. People laughed, lied, lived.

But I...

I had outgrown this place.

Yvette.

Her name no longer burned—it just echoed. A haunting whisper of what could have been, now twisted into obsession and delusion.

She wasn't the reason I was leaving.

But she was the final confirmation.

This world—its noise, its mess of half-truths and fragile egos—had nothing left for someone like me.

I am Alpha and Omega.