Chapter one: The Mask He Wore
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At just 25, Jason Eze was a name whispered in fear and awe across the streets. But most didn’t call him Jason anymore.
They called him Razor.
The name suited him—sharp, dangerous, cutting through the city like a blade.
Leader of the Black Serpent, the most dreaded cult group in town, Razor wasn’t just feared. He was revered. Respected. Untouchable.
He had blood on his hands and fire in his eyes.
But buried beneath the tattoos, the scars, the cold-blooded reputation… was a broken boy.
A boy who never healed.
The only son of his parents, Razor's, begins like many others—ordinary. Until pain turned him into something else.
Bullied through secondary school, taunted until the laughter burned his soul, he walked away from classrooms and dreams, choosing instead the darkness that welcomed him with open arms.
He didn't just join a cult—he became it.
Climbing the ranks like a man possessed, Jason earned the title of 01—the Number One, the king of the Black Serpent.
And with power came a legacy soaked in blood, loyalty, and silence.
But even a king bleeds.
And Razor?
Razor was bleeding on the inside.
Because sometimes, the most dangerous men are the ones still haunted by the past.
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