The air in the room was cold and damp. This was probably due to it being in the mid-autumn season. He was cold, he wanted to go home… Alexander looks around the room he had been placed in. It appears to be a basement closet or a crawl space. The walls were brick, and the floor was cold concrete. He rubs his hands over his arms to try to get some warmth. His gaze catches his hands and his arms. There is blood there…his mother's… “..Mom…” He whispers as his heart clenches in hi

“…I don’t understand why you do what you do…” She says, looking at him with almost pity. “What do you mean..?” He asks, knowing damn well what she means. “Why don’t you just burn it all down? That’s the only way real change can really happen…” She says, standing up from her chair. “…That’s not true. I get that this city is toxic and is slowly choking you. But there is another way!” Kai says again, his gun trained on her as she walks over Lance.

The sound of footsteps clicking against marble floors echoed in the Carrino family mansion. Alexander was flanked by two, Jacob and another member. There were a few staff members about this afternoon, each of whom gave a respectful bow before continuing their work. Up the stairs and down the western hall, they walked in silence. They soon arrived at a door where an older man was posted outside. He seemed to take in Alexander and his group with a look of scorn. A deep frown on

“Fuck!” Kai yells as he slams his phone. A cold rage boils in his chest before he takes a moment to breathe. Closing his eyes even to calm the nerves that were rattling in his chest. It took sometime but slowly he calms himself down. He looks back at his computer, the unfinished trace still on his screen. “…Fuck it.”

Not a sound could be heard for a few minutes in the dining room. The heated clash of gazes between Alexander and Madam Fae Zhou could kill with their intensity. Alexander was quick to wave his men off, who were itching to move. This was a neutral ground meeting after all, and these were rulers of the underground world. He would gain nothing by starting a war here. He schooled his face back into a neutral expression as he once again took in Madam Fae. She has always been a shr

The silence that fell over the room felt stifling. Kai felt like a puppet whose strings had been cut, a void, a weightlessness that just didn’t sit right. It’s not the first time someone has thrown his bullheaded crusade back in his face. Anything Aresio has said was said before in more or less terms, but for some reason, it really hit him this time. “…And what am I supposed to do with that?” Kai finally speaks with an almost defeated tone.