The car ride was silent.
Asli sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. Her mind replayed the gunshot again and again.
The man she saved… dead.
Just like that.
She turned slightly, stealing a glance at Ferhat. His face was unreadable, his focus entirely on the road ahead.
"How… how can you do that?" she finally whispered.
No response.
Her voice trembled, but she continued. "You don't even care."
Ferhat's jaw tightened slightly. "Care doesn't change anything."
"That doesn't make it right!"
He stopped the car abruptly.
The sudden halt made her gasp.
Slowly, he turned toward her.
His eyes were darker now.
"Right?" he repeated quietly. "You think this world runs on right and wrong?"
Asli didn't answer.
Because deep down… she knew it didn't.
"People like you," he continued, "live in a different reality."
His voice lowered. "This is mine."
A chill ran down her spine.
In that moment…
She realized something terrifying.
Ferhat wasn't just dangerous.
He believed in what he was.