Kapitel 4: Harrison.
"The future I see... it's dark," the girl said softly, her voice trembling like the quiver of a plucked string.
"You'll face an unprecedented calamity, Mr. Harrison. But I—" she hesitated, her fingers curling against the plush carpet, "I can't tell who or what will bring it to you. And... I can't even pinpoint the day it will happen."
Harrison chuckled, low and indulgent, leaning back in his chair as though her words were no more significant than a passing breeze.
"A calamity?" he mused, his lips curling into a faint smile. "Do you know how many people have tried to bring calamity to me, little one?" He gestured vaguely, the snap of his fingers reverberating through the room.
"With a single command, I can summon level-100 Awakened to do my bidding. Armies at my fingertips. Cities under my feet.
What could possibly threaten me?"
The girl flinched at his casual dismissal, her hands clenching into fists. But she didn't dare argue. Instead, she bowed her head lower, her lips pressed into a thin line. Harrison waved a dismissive hand. "You've done your duty. That will be all."
"Yes, sir," the girl murmured, rising unsteadily to her feet. She turned and walked out of the grand office, her small figure swallowed by the towering double doors as they shut behind her.
The night air outside Harrison Manor bit at her skin, but the chill she felt came from something deeper. She trudged down the cobblestone path, her mind swirling with unease.
For the first time in her life, she had experienced a backlash from peering into someone's future. It wasn't just painful; it was terrifying.
Reaching her parents' modest home, she slipped inside quietly, her hands still shaking. Harrison might not believe in the calamity she foresaw, but she couldn't shake the image of the darkness looming over him. For his sake—and perhaps the world's—she could only hope she was wrong.
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Harrison continued to sip his wine, the rich aroma wafting up to his nose as he leaned back in his chair. But then, he felt it—a faint shift in the air, a shadow that flitted past his periphery. Before he could register the disturbance, the doors to his office didn't creak or open. They simply didn't matter.
A figure stepped inside.
The man wore an all-black ensemble, his cloak billowing slightly as he moved with an unsettling calm. The golden designs on his faceless mask glinted faintly under the dim light. Without a word, he bypassed the security cameras, the reinforced doors, and even Harrison's personal guard—none of them reacted. None of them could.
The intruder moved like a phantom, unhurried yet purposeful, and helped himself to a seat across from Harrison. Reaching out, he plucked a bottle of wine from the shelf, its label rare and vintage. He uncorked it, tipped it back, and gulped down several mouthfuls.
Harrison raised an eyebrow, watching curiously. "How'd you manage to drink that with a mask on?"
The figure stilled, lowering the bottle. Then, he shook his head with a regretful sigh. "Ha… it's ironic, isn't it? A fine wine like this, and I can't even taste it."
Harrison's lips curled into a sly smile, his posture relaxing. "You're the Dark One, aren't you? I've been searching high and low for you, but you always vanish after a fight. Tell me, what brings you here? What do you want from me?"
There was no hesitation in his voice—only confidence, maybe even amusement. He didn't see a threat sitting before him. No, he saw an opportunity.
The figure leaned forward slightly, resting an arm on the armrest of the chair. His voice came out steady, low, and deliberate. "Do you even know who I am?"
Harrison chuckled lightly, swirling the wine in his glass. "I don't know your true identity," he admitted, "but if I wanted to, I could find out."
The figure remained still, unflinching. When he spoke, his tone carried a weight that sent a ripple through the room. "My name is Riley Reddington."
Harrison's smirk faltered.
"I'm a criminal," Reddington continued, his voice gaining an edge. "I'm wanted everywhere in the human domain. I'm in the top ten on the Human Union's Most Wanted list. I'm armed, I'm dangerous, and yeah, I kill for fun."
The room seemed to darken as Reddington's presence loomed larger. He leaned in closer, his tone dropping to a near growl. "And the most important person in the world to me is dead… because of you."
Silence fell.
Harrison stared at the man before him, his hand tightening slightly on the glass stem. For the first time in a long while, the air around him felt heavy.
...
Harrison leaned back, a mocking grin spreading across his face. "Oh, I see. That must've been real dissatisfying for you. You're a glutton for vengeance, huh? I get it. There's nothing more satisfying than revenge, right? Wanting someone to hurt 'cause you got hurt. Eye for an eye. Feels like God's work... until you realize there's no god, and all you've done is commit sins that there's no forgiveness for."
He snapped his fingers, and the door swung open. Seven men in black rushed into the room, quickly surrounding Redditon, their movements sharp and calculated.
Harrison's smirk deepened. "These men? Trained elites. All of 'em level 100 and above. And from the data I've gathered on you, your level shouldn't be more than 19. So, tell me, how the hell are you supposed to survive even a single level-one Awakened?"
The air in the room felt heavy as Harrison's words settled in, and the seven figures remained perfectly still, their eyes cold and unblinking, waiting for Redditon's next move.
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