The massive building collapsed into a cloud of dust.

People screamed as they ran for their lives.

Flames swallowed the streets while police sirens echoed through the city.

Standing calmly on the rooftop of a nearby building...

A young man watched the destruction with a faint smile.

Tall.

Handsome.

Jet-black hair.

Piercing black eyes, cold enough to send chills down anyone's spine.

His name was Evan.

The year was 2026.

Throughout Italy's underworld, his name alone was enough to strike fear into the hearts of criminals.

He was the right hand of the country's most feared mafia boss.

No one knew his true identity.

No one knew where he came from.

For years, the police had searched for him.

Yet no one had ever managed to catch him...

Or even see his face clearly.

Despite his ruthless reputation, Evan had one rule he never broke—

He never harmed an innocent person.

After completing the mission, he returned to the mafia headquarters.

"The job is done... Dad."

The old man sitting in the chair smiled with satisfaction.

Twenty-four years ago, he had adopted a nameless boy abandoned by the world.

Today...

That same boy had become his greatest weapon.

His most trusted right hand.

The man feared across the entire mafia world...

Evan.

Evan could walk freely through the streets without the slightest fear.

No one had ever seen his real face.

To the world, he was nothing more than a shadow.

Everyone knew his name...

But no one knew the man behind it.

However, not everyone welcomed Evan's place in the family.

The mafia boss's biological son despised him.

He hated the fact that his father trusted Evan more than his own flesh and blood.

In his eyes, Evan was nothing but an outsider who had stolen everything that should have belonged to him.

From that day on...

He secretly swore to destroy Evan, no matter what it took.

One evening, as usual, Evan was wandering through the streets.

The sun was slowly setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and crimson.

Suddenly, he noticed a young woman standing at the edge of the road.

Her vacant eyes were fixed on the speeding traffic.

Before she could take another step, Evan grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

The moment their hands touched...

Evan froze.

A strange ache spread through his chest.

His heart began to beat uncontrollably.

It felt as though he had known this touch...

Long before this moment.

He couldn't understand what was happening.

The young woman looked into his eyes.

For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.

"What were you doing?" Evan suddenly shouted. "Do you want to die?"

She lowered her head.

"Maybe..."

"Because I don't have any reason left to live."

Evan frowned.

"That's not a reason to throw your life away. No matter how painful life becomes... you don't get to give up."

She silently stared at him.

Evan bought a bottle of water and handed it to her.

Then he guided her to a nearby bench and sat beside her.

"Tell me," he said quietly. "What happened?"

It was the first time Evan had ever sat this close to a woman.

The strange feeling inside him refused to disappear.

He couldn't explain it...

But somewhere deep within his soul...

It felt as if fate had reunited two people who had once been separated.

Evan looked at the young woman.

"So... what happened?"

She lowered her head.

"I have no one left."

"I don't have a home."

"I don't even know where my next meal will come from."

"My family..."

"They're all gone."

For a moment, Evan remained silent.

Something inside him ached.

An idea suddenly crossed his mind.

"Come with me."

She looked up in surprise.

"Don't worry."

"I'll make sure you're safe."

After a few seconds of hesitation, she nodded.

"Okay."

Evan brought her to the mafia headquarters.

Everyone turned to look at the unfamiliar girl standing beside him.

It was the first time Evan had ever brought someone there.

"Dad..."

"This girl was trying to take her own life today."

"She has nowhere to go."

"I was thinking... maybe she could stay with us and join our team."

The old mafia boss looked at Evan for a moment before smiling.

He placed a hand on Evan's shoulder.

"If you've made this decision..."

"I'm sure you have your reasons."

"I trust you."

With that, he walked away.

Evan smiled.

Standing a few steps away was Lorenzo, the mafia boss's only biological son.

Since the day Evan had been adopted, Lorenzo had despised him.

He couldn't accept that his own father trusted an outsider more than his real son.

Seeing the boss accept Erica without asking a single question only fueled his anger.

His expression darkened.

Clenching his fists, he silently walked away.

Evan then turned toward the young woman.

"By the way... what's your name?"

She replied softly,

"Erica."

"That's a beautiful name."

"I'm Evan."

"Looks like I forgot to introduce myself."

Erica smiled faintly.

"I already know."

Evan blinked.

"You do?"

"How?"

"I never told you my name."

She became slightly nervous.

"Your... father called you Evan just now."

Evan paused for a second before scratching the back of his head.

"Oh..."

"Maybe I wasn't paying attention."

Erica was resting in her room.

A young maid entered carrying a tray of food.

"Mr. Evan asked me to bring this for you," she said politely.

Erica smiled softly.

"Thank you."

...

Meanwhile...

Evan stood alone in the garden.

For some reason...

He couldn't stop smiling.

Even he couldn't understand what was happening to him.

Why did meeting that girl make him feel so... different?

The next morning...

Erica walked into the training ground.

Without makeup, her face looked even more beautiful.

Natural.

Elegant.

Breathtaking.

Evan looked at her for a second before clearing his throat.

"Ready for your training?"

Erica nodded.

"Yes."

Evan threw her a pair of training gloves.

"Show me what you can do."

The moment the sparring began...

Everyone froze.

Erica's movements were incredibly fast and precise.

She blocked every attack with ease.

Even Evan looked surprised.

After the match ended, he asked,

"Where did you learn to fight?"

Erica wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"I've been training since childhood."

"I've won several national gold medals."

"I know karate, kung fu, taekwondo..."

"And I'm trained in firearms as well."

Evan stared at her in disbelief.

"Then..."

"Why were you trying to end your life yesterday?"

For a brief moment...

Erica fell silent.

Knowing how to fight...

Doesn't mean I know how to keep living."

The training ground became silent.

Evan looked at her quietly before speaking.

"I don't think you need combat training."

"You're already better than most of the people here."

A faint smile appeared on Erica's face.

"Then test me."

Evan picked up a pistol and handed it to her.

"See that can?"

He pointed toward a tiny can placed nearly fifty meters away.

"Hit the center."

Without a second of hesitation...

Bang!

The bullet pierced straight through the center of the can.

Everyone around them stood frozen in shock.

"Impossible..."

"That was a perfect shot."

Erica lowered the gun with a calm smile.

Evan chuckled.

"Looks like training you would only be a waste of my time."

Days quickly turned into weeks.

After officially joining the organization, Erica began taking part in missions alongside Evan and the others.

At first, they only assigned her small and simple missions.

But with every mission...

She exceeded everyone's expectations.

Her intelligence, fighting skills, and perfect aim amazed the entire organization.

One successful mission after another...

Soon, even the mafia boss began to notice her.

One evening, after another successful operation, he smiled proudly.

"Excellent work, Erica."

"If you continue like this..."

"The day isn't far when you'll rule this underworld."

Erica simply gave him a small smile.

Just then...

Evan walked over and stood beside her.

"Wow..."

"In just a few weeks, you've become everyone's favorite."

"It took me years to earn that kind of trust."

Erica laughed softly.

"Maybe I'm just more talented."

Evan pretended to look offended.

"Oh? Is that a challenge?"

They both laughed.

Without realizing it...

The distance between them was disappearing.

Their bond grew stronger with each passing day.

For the first time in his life...

Evan found himself looking for someone.

Waiting to see someone.

Smiling because of someone.

The man who had never cared about any woman...

Had slowly fallen in love.

A few days later...

Evan entered the hallway and noticed Erica talking to Lorenzo, the mafia boss's biological son.

The two seemed to be having a normal conversation.

For some reason...

Evan's chest tightened.

After Lorenzo walked away, Evan approached her.

"What was he talking to you about?"

Erica looked at him.

"Nothing important."

Evan remained silent.

Erica narrowed her eyes before smiling.

"Wait..."

"Are you... jealous?"

Evan immediately looked away.

"Why would I be jealous?"

Erica folded her arms.

"I don't know."

"You just look like you are."

"No."

"I'm not."

"Alright then."

She smiled and turned to leave.

Suddenly...

Evan reached out and gently grabbed her wrist.

"Wait."

Erica stopped and looked back.

"Yes?"

Evan hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"...Stay away from Lorenzo."

"He isn't a good person."

Erica looked at him for a few seconds...

Then a teasing smile appeared on her face.

"I knew it."

"You really are jealous."

Evan couldn't help smiling.

Without saying another word...

Erica walked away, still smiling to herself.

Evan stood there, watching her disappear into the distance...

A smile remained on his face long after she had gone.

A few days passed…

Lorenzo’s father’s health suddenly worsened. It felt like he had eaten something wrong, but the doctors couldn’t find anything or explain it properly.

Soon after, he passed away.

This death hit Evan the hardest.

Evan already had a bad feeling… that something was coming, and staying there was no longer safe.

That night…

In Evan’s room, a few men entered. Evan was lying on the bed, asleep.

They shot at him—

But it turned out the person on the bed wasn’t Evan… it was just a pillow placed there as a trap.

From behind…

Evan shot all three of them in the head.

He looked at them coldly.

“I told you already… didn’t I?”

He turned toward Erica.

Erica looked at him silently.

Then both of them started running to escape from there.

They got into a car and tried to leave.

But Lorenzo and his men started chasing them.

Halfway down the road…

Their car’s tires were shot, and the vehicle got punctured.

Evan and Erica had to get out.

Evan had a gun, and so did Lorenzo’s men.

Evan said firmly,

“If anyone comes even a little closer, I’ll shoot.”

Hearing this, Lorenzo started laughing.

“Really?”

“Erica…”

At that moment, Erica suddenly took the gun from Evan and pointed it at his head.

Evan was completely shocked and heartbroken.

Lorenzo smiled.

“Do you still think she’s on your side?”

“Erica… tell him.”

Erica looked at Evan. Her eyes showed a slight guilt.

She didn’t feel fully right about this.

Lorenzo then ordered her,

“Shoot him.”

Erica loaded the gun… but suddenly turned and tried to shoot Lorenzo instead.

However, she missed.

Without wasting a second, Lorenzo fired at Erica.

The bullet hit her chest.

It was a full moon night.

As the moonlight fell on her…

Evan screamed in pain. He couldn’t understand what was happening.

His body suddenly began to change… transforming into a wolf.

Everyone around started shooting in fear, but the bullets couldn’t penetrate his thick skin.

In rage, he killed all of them.

After everything ended… he collapsed on the ground and fell unconscious.

After some time, he woke up.

His whole body was in pain.

He didn’t understand what had just happened to him.

He quickly picked up Erica and rushed her to the hospital.

His clothes were covered in blood… and tears filled his eyes.