Unknown Hideout – Somewhere in the Eastern Ruins
The room shook slightly as he slammed his fist into the wall, sending cracks spreading across the concrete like angry veins.
"Damn it!!"
His voice echoed off the rusted steel beams above, loud and filled with venom.
"All my plans—ruined. By those supernatural bastards!"
He paced, hands clenched, jaw tight. His coat dragged behind him like a storm cloud, and his eyes burned with sleepless fury.
"How dare they… walk freely after everything they did… how dare they pretend they're part of this world now…"
His name?
Calen Rooks.
Former engineer. Husband. Father. Now? The man who wanted the supernatural race bled dry.
He stopped at the center of the room where a dusty table was cluttered with old photos, blueprints, newspaper articles, and grainy summit footage.
His hand hovered over one particular photo.
Burned at the edges.
Smudged with ash.
A woman. A girl. Standing outside a park. Both smiling.
