The darkness still blanketed the village where Killian's late parents once lived. Normally, a place so remote and far from the bustle of the city would be peaceful at dawn, filled only with the crowing of roosters and birds chirping their morning songs. But today, that tranquility was nowhere to be found.
The house that had belonged to Killian's parents was anything but calm. Chaos reigned, shouts, screams, the whistle of bullets, and even the deafening roar of explosions echoed through the air. Neighbors, living as far as two hundred meters away, had been cowering in fear since the break of dawn.
Peter Lurkin had just arrived, along with a squad from the SSI, and the uproar hit them like a slap to the face. Guns in hand, their eyes scanned every shadow, every dark corner that could hide
