Power

The basement was dimly lit, swallowed by darkness and the metallic scent of blood. In the center of the room sat a man tied to a chair, his body covered in wounds, hanging on the verge of death. Yet he was kept alive for one reason alone — he still hadn’t revealed the truth.

Before him sat a man who carried himself like a king. Calm. Unshaken. Ruthless. A gun rested loosely in his hand while blood stained his face, making his dark presence even more terrifying. Behind him stood two tall, muscular shadows, silently watching the wounded man as if waiting for a single command.

He leaned back in the chair with quiet arrogance, the gun resting lazily between his fingers. His dark eyes never left the wounded man as silence swallowed the basement whole.

“Now,” he said slowly, his voice low and terrifyingly calm, “will you tell me who sent you to attack my family… or should I put all six bullets into your head?”

The wounded man coughed violently, blood spilling from the corner of his lips as his trembling body struggled to stay upright. His breathing was uneven, broken, as if every breath caused him pain.

“I-It was…” his voice cracked weakly, barely rising above a whisper. “Y-Your enemy family… they told me to attack…”

He paused, breathing heavily before slowly lifting his head. His jaw clenched, eyes burning with anger despite the pain tearing through him.

“But I couldn’t…” he spat bitterly, his voice shaking with frustration and hatred. “Because you found out.”

The moment those words left his mouth, the entire basement fell into a deadly silence.

Then—

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Six bullets tore through the wounded man before anyone could even breathe. The deafening sound of gunshots echoed violently against the basement walls as blood splattered across the cold floor.

The man’s body went still, his lifeless eyes frozen wide open in terror.

Smoke slowly rose from the gun resting in his hand. Calmly, he lowered it, his expression unreadable as if he had done nothing more than silence an inconvenience.

“Clean this mess,” he said coldly before standing from the chair.

And for the first time that night, fear filled the room — not because of death… but because of him.

Without another glance at the dead body, he walked out of the basement and into the private room beside it. The sound of water soon filled the silence as blood slowly disappeared from his skin beneath the cold shower.

His head lowered slightly, water running down his face while one thought burned dangerously in his mind.

Power.

In his world, power was not given. It was taken. Protected. Feared. And anyone who dared to raise a hand against his family would pay a price far worse than death.

His jaw tightened as rage darkened his expression.

I will crush them so completely that they won’t even be able to stand again.

The water continued to wash away the blood from his body… but not the violence growing inside him.

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