Gevan sat on a city park bench, wearing a thin jacket that had begun to look worn. There was no driver, no luxury car, no expensive phone that used to ring endlessly. All that remained was himself and a mind filled with anger.

“Claudia… Uncle…” he murmured softly.

His hands clenched tightly. His jaw hardened.

“I will not stay silent,” he said quietly but firmly. “Do you think I will give up just like that?”

He let out a harsh breath. For the first time in his life, Gevan was truly at rock bottom. He had no position, no home, and even his name had now become nothing more than...