In the pitch-black darkness of the Unknown Graveyard, Michael Bennett walked alone, his heart pounding in his chest. Every step was a gamble, every gust of wind carried whispers of death. He had accepted the fatal invitation from The Syndicate, with Rachel Vaughn as the bait. Beneath the cracked statue of an angel, a woman’s silhouette emerged: Rachel. But beside her stood another figure—taller, older, radiating a cold aura that froze the air.
The figure slowly turned, and Michael felt his heart stop. That face... familiar, yet utterly unexpected, emerged from the shadows and shook the foundation of his convictions. This was the pivotal moment that would trigger a seismic shift in public opinion, a drastic turn in support that would decide his fate—and the fate of the nation.
The night’s
