Rumble! Rumble!!
The thunderstorm concealed everything.
Bang! Bang!
The gunshots.
"Ahhh!"
"W-What's going on!!?"
The screams.
The bodies.
Rain crashed violently against the towering luxury hotel while lightning repeatedly illuminated the upper presidential floors in brief flashes of white.
And within that darkness...
Ethan moved.
Silent.
Precise.
Merciless.
But he was not alone.
Because unlike ordinary corporate security forces...
Ethan had personally trained the men beneath him for years.
Men who understood his movements without words.
Men who could predict his intentions from a glance alone.
Men who knew exactly what kind of monster Riley Styles truly kept hidden beside him.
And tonight...
Those men moved like extensions of Ethan himself.
A guard quietly rounded the eastern hallway with a rifle in hand.
He never even had time to react.
A shadow emerged behind him—
A gloved hand sealed his mouth while a blade sliced cleanly across his throat.
Slash!!
