As Darius exited the large facility, the heavy iron doors shutting behind him with a thud, Alvaro stood in the cold, dim light that barely illuminated the massive chamber. The silence that followed was almost eerie. His usually unreadable expression softened slightly, but only for a moment, as he exhaled slowly and muttered to himself, **"My daughter is going to be pissed with me..."**
A rare smirk crept onto his pale face as he shook his head slightly. Despite his cold, calculated demeanor and his reputation as one of the deadliest hunters alive, there was one person who could unsettle even him—his daughter. Alvaro knew she had a temper and a will as fierce as his own. She had inherited his strength, his ruthlessness, and his sharp tactical mind. But, unlike him, she had a flair for unp
