The witness....

Ayra couldn't sleep.

Every time she closed her eyes...

She saw the same cold black eyes staring at her through the rain.

The gunshots.

The blood.

The silence.

Everything felt real.

Too real.

She suddenly sat up on her bed, breathing heavily.

"No..."

"It wasn't a nightmare."

Her hands were still shaking.

The clock showed 6:48 A.M.

Outside, the city had already started another normal day.

But Ayra knew...

Nothing about her life was normal anymore.

"You look terrible."

Her best friend, Emma, placed a cup of coffee in front of her.

"Didn't sleep?"

Ayra forced a smile.

"Just... too much studying."

Emma raised an eyebrow.

"You? Lying?"

Ayra looked away.

She couldn't tell anyone what she had seen.

Because even she wasn't sure anyone would believe her.

A man had killed two people...

Then simply walked away like nothing had happened.

Who could possibly have that much power?

The University of Criminal Psychology

Professor Daniel entered the classroom carrying a thick file.

"Today's topic..."

"Psychopaths who never leave evidence."

The class immediately became silent.

Professor Daniel smiled.

"There is one criminal the police have been chasing for almost nine years."

"No fingerprints."

"No witnesses."

"No recordings."

"No mistakes."

"He doesn't exist in any official database."

"But everyone in the underworld knows his name."

He slowly wrote two words on the board.

ADRIAN VOLKOV

Ayra's heart stopped.

Impossible...

That was him.

The man from last night.

Professor Daniel continued,

"Some believe he's just a myth."

"Others believe he controls the entire underground."

"But no officer has ever been able to prove he exists."

Ayra looked at the name without blinking.

She had seen him.

She knew he was real.

Meanwhile...

Inside the Volkov Syndicate Headquarters...

A huge digital screen displayed security reports from across the city.

Every guard stood perfectly still.

Adrian entered the room.

No greetings.

No conversations.

Everyone simply lowered their heads.

His right-hand man, Victor, placed a tablet on the table.

"The witness escaped."

Silence.

Victor continued carefully,

"We can still find her."

Adrian picked up the tablet.

A blurry CCTV image appeared.

The girl's face was almost hidden by the rain.

Almost.

Adrian stared at the screen for a few seconds.

Then...

Delete it."

Victor looked shocked.

"Boss...?"

"I said..."

"Delete every file."

No one questioned him again.

Within seconds...

Every image of the mysterious witness disappeared forever.

Victor couldn't understand.

For nine years...

Adrian had never spared a witness.

Never.

So...

Why this girl?

That evening...

Ayra returned to the same street.

She didn't know why.

Maybe she wanted proof that she wasn't imagining everything.

The blood was gone.

The alley was clean.

Not a single police officer.

Not a single crime scene tape.

Nothing.

As if the murders had never happened.

She slowly looked down.

Something was lying near the wall.

A black chess piece.

A King.

Ayra picked it up.

She didn't know...

Someone was already watching her from the rooftop across the street.

Hidden in the shadows.

Watching her every move.

And inside a black car parked nearby...

Adrian Volkov quietly whispered,

"Interesting..."

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