Bab 107: Her selfish intention

Every day, I run a mile.

Not just to keep a routine, but to search for someone unafraid of descending into darkness with me. At first, I held no expectations—money talks, and I assumed anyone would follow as long as they saw the weight of my offer. But then I found him—Bryant Orion.

He was a young teenager, ensnared in the underworld, working for a gang that preyed on the homeless, forcing them to rob the wealthy. Yet, despite his circumstances, he stood apart. His eyes—black as night—reflected a deep hatred, a rage that mirrored my own.

His red hair, like a flame in the shadows, warned others away. Despite his small frame and unassuming height, he carried an aura of quiet menace that words couldn't capture. In a single glance, I knew he was the one—my partner in this twisted path.