[ One Hour Earlier ]
Inside a dimly lit condominium, the murderer stood over his latest victim. The lifeless body of a D-Rank Gifted businessman lay sprawled on the floor, blood soaking into the expensive carpet.
In the corner, the man’s family huddled together, gripping each other in silent terror. They weren’t weak—no, they were Gifted too—but even they understood the vast gulf between themselves and the monster standing before them. The sheer pressure of his presence left them paralyzed.
The murderer gazed down at the corpse, his expression unreadable.
“Embezzling millions from his own company,” he muttered, more as a statement than an accusation. His voice was eerily calm.
Then, as if acknowledging the trembling family for the first time, he turned to them with a slow, deliberate
