The Devil Never Misses....

Rain poured over the city like the sky was trying to wash away every sin.

At exactly 2:17 A.M., a man ran through the empty streets.

His expensive suit was covered in blood.

His breathing became heavier with every step.

He looked behind him again...

No one.

But that was exactly what terrified him.

Because when Adrian Volkov wanted someone dead...

He never chased them.

He simply waited.

The man stumbled into a dark alley.

His shaking hands searched for his phone.

"No... no... please..."

Before he could dial a number...

A black Rolls-Royce slowly stopped at the entrance of the alley.

The engine turned off.

Silence.

The rear door opened.

A pair of polished black shoes touched the wet ground.

Then came a tall man dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit.

Not a single wrinkle.

Not a single drop of rain seemed to matter to him.

His face was calm.

Cold.

Expressionless.

Dark eyes looked at the man as if he wasn't even human.

He was Adrian Volkov.

The youngest leader of the Volkov Syndicate.

Only twenty-six years old...

Yet powerful enough to make politicians, businessmen, and rival mafia families fear a single phone call from him.

People called him many names.

The Devil.

The Ghost King.

The Monster in Black.

But Adrian never cared.

Fear was enough.

The terrified man fell to his knees.

"P-Please... Boss... I made one mistake..."

Adrian quietly adjusted the cuff of his sleeve.

His voice was low.

Almost gentle.

"One mistake?"

The man nodded desperately.

"Y-Yes... Please... My family..."

Adrian looked at him for a few seconds.

"When you sold my information..."

"...did you remember your family?"

The man's face turned pale.

"No..."

Bang.

The gunshot echoed through the empty street.

The bullet came from one of Adrian's bodyguards.

The man collapsed instantly.

Dead.

Adrian slowly looked at his watch.

Three seconds.

He raised his eyes toward the bodyguard.

"You were three seconds late."

The bodyguard froze.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Boss."

Bang.

Another gunshot.

This time...

The bodyguard fell beside the traitor.

The remaining guards lowered their heads without saying a word.

No one dared to breathe.

Adrian put both hands into his pockets.

"I don't punish mistakes."

"I punish carelessness."

He walked back toward the car.

Suddenly...

His footsteps stopped.

Across the street...

Behind the rain-covered bus stop...

Someone was standing there.

A young woman.

She had seen everything.

For a second...

Their eyes met.

She immediately stepped back into the darkness.

Adrian didn't move.

He simply watched.

Then...

He got inside the car.

"Leave."

The Rolls-Royce disappeared into the night.

...

Miles away from the blood and silence...

The same young woman finally stopped running.

Her name was Ayra.

Twenty-three years old.

A Criminal Psychology postgraduate student.

While other students studied criminals from books...

Ayra wanted to understand why monsters were created.

She believed...

"No one is born evil."

Every criminal had a reason.

A past.

A wound.

A choice.

That belief made her different from everyone else.

She lived in a small apartment with her best friend.

Her life was simple.

University.

Research.

Coffee.

Late-night case files.

She dreamed of becoming one of the country's best criminal profilers.

She had no idea...

That tonight...

She had just looked into the eyes of the most dangerous man alive.

And somewhere...

Inside a silent black car...

Adrian Volkov looked out of the window.

For the first time in years...

He had let a witness live.

Even he didn't understand why.

He closed his eyes.

A sharp pain suddenly spread across his chest.

His fingers tightened.

Just for a moment.

Then...

The pain disappeared.

Adrian opened his eyes again.

His face remained cold.

As if nothing had happened.

But somewhere deep inside...

A secret had already started counting down.

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