KAEL
I stared at the monitor of my laptop, the numbers on the screen blazing red.
Everything was red.
My diversified portfolio was hemorrhaging value at a rate that defied logic. Every investment I touched turned to ash; every deal I brokered collapsed before the ink was even dry.
It wasn't just bad luck; it felt like a targeted erasure, as if the universe itself was systematically stripping me of my power.
I leaned back in my leather chair, my heart pounding so loud, I could hear it in my head and it was giving me a massive headache.
In the periphery of my vision, I could almost see her—Nyx.
I could see the ghost of the girl I let slip through my fingers. The void she left wasn't a hole; it was a parasite, eating away at my ambition and my sanity until there was nothing left
