Gab leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples as his thoughts swirled. The Gate Association.
They handled everything related to Gifted—registrations, rank evaluations, incident reports inside Gates—but did they ever deal with something like this? A serial murder targeting Gifted outside the Gates?
If the murderer only kills Gifted… does that mean it has something to do with their powers? Or is it just a coincidence?
Gab exhaled sharply. He hated coincidences. In his experience, they never existed in real investigations.
The black slime. The vanished weapon. The precise chest wounds. Whatever’s killing these people isn’t normal.
“I should ask the Gate Association for hell in this case.”
The Gate Association had access to classified data, including records of every Gifted in the c
