Chapter : A Game of Ghosts

The sun barely rose that morning, hidden behind a veil of bruised clouds. The Hunter penthouse, normally glowing with luxury and life, now sat in a suffocating stillness. I stood at the window, staring down at the city that didn’t know it was on the edge of a war. My father’s death wasn’t an accident. Wallace was dead. And the man who pulled the trigger—the one who orchestrated it all—was still out there.

The Kingmaker.

Even saying his name felt like invoking something ancient and untouchable. But I wasn’t afraid. I was done hiding in fear. Wallace was the shadow. But the Kingmaker... he...