KYLE’S POV
The forest was still. A heavy mist hung low, curling around the ancient trunks like serpents guarding secrets no one dared to unveil. Moonlight filtered through the skeletal canopy, casting ghostly patterns on the forest floor as I walked deeper into the heart of darkness.
My expression? Unreadable. Stoic. But beneath the calm façade was a storm waiting to explode—a lethal force that wouldn’t hesitate to snap a neck if threatened.
I stopped.
A slow smile crept across my face—not out of joy, but a dangerous smirk that twisted the corners of my mouth, enough to send chills down anyone’s spine. In this situation, any normal man would be tense, perhaps frightened. But I was not just any man. I was Kyle. And fear had long forgotten my name.
A faint rustle of leaves answered my t
