The city did not know sleep that night. A light fog crept between the street lamps, and the silent alleys echoed with footsteps that no one could identify. In an old building, far from the eyes of the police and press, a dark room held one man and his shadow, along with the men who followed him without question.
Kyle Noir stood in the center of the room, his body straight, head held high, his dark eyes glimmering with a calm that terrified anyone who met his gaze. In front of him, on a simple wooden chair, sat the most powerful mafia boss, trembling with fear in every expression, yet still trying to show defiance. Behind Kyle, his team stood in silence; each man a part of a single machine, a machine designed to execute his will without question.
Kyle took a deep breath, his eyes scanning every detail in the room, then spoke in a calm voice filled with pride:
— The time of your death has come, by my hand, your so-called ruler.
The boss laughed mockingly, believing that words alone could give him strength:
— And what then? Do you think that merely standing here makes you a ruler?
Kyle raised his head slightly, his eyes shining with deadly calm:
— A ruler is not made by words, but by actions.
Behind him, Raven, his right-hand man, approached silently, his voice low but respectful:
— Everything you do, my chief… every step… is being watched by all.
Kyle glanced at him gently, but without a smile:
— I know. That's why we do what must be done.
Sirius, the strategic advisor, stepped forward, his voice carrying both wisdom and threat:
— This move will shake the world, and may open doors to new conflicts… are you ready for all the consequences?
Kyle looked at him directly, his voice calm yet shaking the room:
— Everything is calculated. Nothing is left to chance.
Nix, the ruthless enforcer, stepped closer, his tone harsh:
— If you want me to burn the city, boss, I'll start from the nearest corner… just give the order.
Kyle smiled, a small but decisive smile:
— Do what must be done… and everything will follow the plan.
A pause fell, then he turned to the rest of the men, his voice slightly raised:
— Everyone watching, everyone doubting, everyone trying to resist… will not get a second chance.
Kyle stood like a storm before the thunder, silent, yet speaking volumes through his eyes alone.
Then the shot rang out, silently cutting through the air, and the boss fell to the ground, blood splattering around the wooden chair, while Kyle remained standing, motionless, unwavering.
Then the cries of all the men in the room erupted, their echo trembling against the walls:
— Long live the honored one! Long live the honored one! Long live the honored one!
The air in the room was heavy, filled with blood, authority, and fear. Every man on his team knew that Kyle never missed, and that a mere press of his fingers could end any life. This power was not only over the body but over the soul, over fear, over everything around him.
Kyle turned to the cameras planted in the room, his eyes saying what no one spoke aloud:
— Send this scene to the world… let them know who rules.
That evening, the entire city witnessed it. Every television broadcasted the event:
"The criminal world in shock… a gang leader publicly executes one of the largest mafia bosses… the ghostly ruler appears for the first time."
The city trembled, and gang members whispered the name that would become terrifying: Kyle Noir.
Amid it all, Kyle stood, contemplating what he had done. He sought no fame, desired no wealth, but something singular… a pure heart, true love, something he had never known in his dark world.
The next morning, he sat reflecting on his decision. High school, a new name, a new face, a new life… everything to become just an ordinary young man seeking real emotions, not power or fear. He gave himself a new name: Leon Carter.
In a moment of quiet, Raven approached him, his voice low but tinged with astonishment:
— Why… why do you want to enter high school?
Kyle smiled softly, his eyes holding something Raven had not yet understood:
— To remove suspicion… and I want a pure heart.
Raven raised an eyebrow, incredulous:
— Love?! Can it be that the feared mafia king seeks love?
Kyle slowly turned his head, his eyes sparkling with calm determination:
— I have controlled everything in my life… money, power, fear… everything. But I have never been able to control love. So… I will face this challenge as well.