Chapter five: anonymous video
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Nyx returned after fixing the mess of her clothes caused by what happened earlier in the bathroom. As she walked back, she noticed the two women beside Victor glaring at her with obvious hostility. If only they knew how dangerous the man sitting next to them truly was.
Sean greeted her with a smile. He sat beside her and immediately handed her a glass of alcohol. She had come here to gather information about Victor… yet now that the man himself was right in front of her, something felt wrong. It was as if something was restraining her—limiting every movement she made in his presence. Without a word, Nyx simply took the glasses Sean kept offering her.
While she continued observing Victor, he suddenly stood up. No warning. No explanation. He simply walked past all of them and left.
Sean noticed how Nyx’s eyes followed Victor as he walked away.
“If you’re thinking of hooking up with him,” Sean said, his face already flushed, “that feels like reaching for a star in the sky.”
Nyx had expected that comment. As the night grew deeper, Nyx managed to gather several leads about Victor—information that even her best dark web connections had failed to uncover.
“My plan really worked,” Nyx murmured while looking at the man lying unconscious on the couch.
She gathered her belongings and fixed herself before leaving.
When Nyx got home, she immediately went to her secret room and organized the new information she had collected about Victor—from the smallest details to the most critical ones.
Now that she had seen him in person, completing the mission would be easier. She had already estimated his height and build. She could stage his death as an accident… or poison him. But she knew it wouldn’t be that simple.
As she stood in front of the large board filled with notes and photos, her computer suddenly chimed.
A new notification.
New Message
Sender: Anonymous
This will help you.
Nyx hesitated for a few seconds. She activated her computer’s security system before opening the message.
It was a video. Her brows furrowed as she stared at the screen. The video showed only a landscape—and a hand wearing black gloves. Nothing else. The context made no sense. She pressed play. Five seconds later, a deep male voice echoed from the speakers. Nyx immediately recognized it as a voice changer. Of course, it was. No one on the dark web would be careless enough to reveal their real voice.
The man continued speaking.
“I won’t do this any longer. I was the one who contacted you to kill Victor Kane.” Nyx froze.
This person… hired her?
“I made this video to give you information about him,” the man continued. “I know this mission is difficult—far more difficult than the missions you usually accept.” The man on the video is now holding a glass of alcohol. How did he know that?
She had an account for contracts and communication with clients—but no one ever knew who she truly was. Once a mission was completed and payment received, she never contacted her clients again.
A chill crawled up her spine. Something about this video felt wrong.
The man revealed information Nyx hadn’t managed to obtain at the club—details missing from her board. It felt as though he had seen exactly what she lacked… and deliberately filled in every gap.
“I need to be careful with this man,” Nyx muttered while continuing to watch.
He was clearly close to Victor—or this video itself was a trap. A friend? A driver? A secretary? Those were her guesses. There was no other way he could possess such personal information. Even details she usually couldn’t extract from minor targets were laid bare.
“I hope this video helps you… Nyx.” That final word made her step back.
She didn’t know why—but the way he said her name felt personal. Familiar. As if he truly knew her.
Nyx immediately wrote down everything she learned from the video, filling in the remaining blanks on Victor’s profile.
It was enough. Enough to finally begin planning the mission.
Nyx adjusted herself for the errand she was heading to now. She had already planned everything the night before at the club. As she stared at her reflection in the mirror—studying her posture, something she rarely did—she felt irritation rise.
She was wearing a dress and holding a handbag.
Disgust. That was the only thought that crossed her mind whenever she dressed like that.
Her phone suddenly notified. With cold eyes, she picked it up.
“I think this is yours.” While he sent a picture of make-up. She had expected this.
Nyx pretended she had been looking for that makeup since yesterday. But, in reality, it was already on her plan. The contrast between Nyx’s behavior in the chat and her current appearance was clear. In messages, she sounded innocent—almost fragile. Her words showed experience. She knew exactly how to twist men like him around her fingers.
“Yeah, I’ll bring it to you. Where do you live again?” he replied. She immediately refused his offer.
Nyx stood in front of a tall, imposing building. No one was unaware of Victor’s company. It wasn’t just based in New York—it existed all over the world. She had learned that Sean worked here, and she knew that once Sean saw her belongings, she would already be inside the building.
Nyx stepped toward the entrance—but just as expected, two security guards stopped her. It didn’t last long. A beautiful woman approached and spoke to them.
“Miss Abby?” the woman asked. Nyx nodded and followed her straight to the elevator. Even the elevator required a security card. Based on its design, the floor Sean occupied was private and highly secured. When they arrive on the floor where Sean's offices.
The secretary just told her to wait for Sean because he had a meeting at the moment. She scanned the surroundings. A lot of cameras. The woman was about to leave Nyx there…
“Can I use the bathroom?” Nyx asked.
The woman pointed the way. Nyx entered, locked the door, and pulled out her phone. She removed her bracelet and plugged it into the device. The phone scanned the surroundings.
Within two minutes, she had access to every surveillance camera on the floor.
She hadn’t expected it to be that easy—but she didn’t dwell on it. She searched for Victor’s office. She already knew it was on the top floor, information confirmed by the man in the video and reinforced by Sean when he was drunk.
“There you are,” Nyx murmured when Victor’s office finally appeared on the screen. It was him… Sitting on the table while on his laptop.
She quickly removed the bracelet when a knock sounded on the bathroom door. She fixed herself and opened the door.
Nyx greeted whoever stood outside with a smile.
Sean’s secretary handed her the item that Sean was supposed to return. The secretary said that Sean was busy, and then the secretary guided Nyx toward the elevator. That was fine. Nyx had already completed her objective for the day.
Near the elevator, the secretary’s phone rang. She rushed away, leaving Nyx alone. Nyx’s posture shifted. Her eyes sharpened as she glanced at every camera around her.
The elevator doors opened. A man stood inside. Someone she hadn’t expected. When the doors closed, silence swallowed the elevator.
Nyx pressed the first floor. Assassin. That single word flashed through her mind.
Earlier, she had noticed the elevator camera was already dead. The man was heading toward Victor’s floor.
An amateur—if she analyzed it properly. Nyx subtly prepared herself in case the man behind her attacked.
The elevator chimed, signaling its arrival. Just as the doors were about to open—Nyx stopped.
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