Rain slid down the tinted windows of the black car, distorting the city lights into wavering streaks of gold and red. The night felt heavy—like something was about to break.
Inside an abandoned warehouse, silence hung thick in the air.
A man sat tied to a chair, his breathing uneven, eyes darting wildly. Across from him stood another man—calm, composed, and terrifyingly still.
The mafia boss.
His polished shoes clicked softly against the concrete as he stepped closer, the sound echoing in the vast, empty space. His presence alone pressed down like a weight no one could escape.
"So," he said, voice low and smooth, "we have an agreement."
The tied man swallowed hard. Sweat trickled down his temple despite the cold air.
"Yes… yes. I understand. I'll do it. I accept the contract."
A faint smile touched the mafia boss's lips.
"Good."
The man exhaled in relief—too soon.
"But let me make one thing clear," the captive added quickly, his voice shaking but laced with desperation. "If you don't complete it… I'll kill you."
For a brief moment, silence returned.
Then—
The mafia boss laughed.
Not loudly. Not wildly. Just a quiet, amused chuckle that somehow felt far more dangerous.
"Kill me?"
He stepped closer, leaning down until their eyes met. His gaze was cold—empty, like a void that swallowed everything.
"Interesting."
Before the man could react—
Bang.
The gunshot shattered the silence.
The man's head snapped back, and his body went limp instantly, a dark stain spreading across his shirt as the chair creaked under the sudden dead weight.
The mafia boss straightened, lowering the gun without a hint of emotion.
"Goodbye."
He glanced down at the corpse, then spoke casually, as if commenting on the weather.
"Don't worry. I'll finish your work."
A faint smirk appeared as he turned away.
"You should feel honored."
He paused at the doorway, his silhouette framed by flickering light.
"You died at the hands of the King of the Underworld."
The warehouse doors creaked open.
Three men in black suits stepped forward immediately—his bodyguards.
Without even looking back, he raised a single hand.
"Three seconds."
His voice was sharp now. Absolute.
"I don't want this body here."
A pause.
"Three… two… one."
By the time he reached the car, there was no trace of the man left behind. Not even a drop of blood.
He slid into the back seat, adjusting his gloves with quiet precision.
"Nice work."
The engine hummed to life.
For a moment, he stared out at the rain-soaked city, his expression unreadable.
Then, calmly—
"Now… find the target."
His eyes darkened, something cold flickering within them.
"And kill them."