What made Lisa worth 200 million?
What secret did she carry?
Did she know names?
Codes?
Could she testify?
Or was the secret something worse—something even she didn't know?
She didn't know that in the eyes of the world, she was now worth more than kings. That her name had turned governments, crime syndicates, and billionaires into hunting dogs.She didn't know that her brother and the man who once loved her like family were about to collide like titans—all because of her.
And she definitely didn't know the war her name had started.
The location had taken weeks to uncover—A blacksite buried under a decommissioned mine, wiped from every satellite pass, off the radar of even the deepest agency clearances.
And yet… it was there.
Concrete walls. Lead-lined chambers. No guards. No gunfire.
Just… silence.
Too much silence.
Detective Jin's boots echoed down the steel corridor. Behind him, an elite special force unit moved in tight formation, rifles raised, breath steady. They had been trained for this.
But even the soldiers could feel it—Something wasn't right.
They descended further—until they found it.
The control room.
Dim. Cold. Glowing screens flickered with strings of unreadable code and static satellite feeds. The air smelled like dust, metal… and secrets.
And in the center of it all stood a man in black.
Unmoving.
A long coat draped over a body wrapped in custom armor. His face covered in a smooth, obsidian mask etched with crimson streaks that pulsed faintly in the darkness. His hands behind his back. His presence still, yet unmistakably dangerous.
The commander snapped. "Guns up! On your knees, now!"
Weapons clicked. Dozens of red laser sights aimed straight at the masked man's heart.
But he didn't move.
Didn't blink.
Didn't care.
He turned slowly—like time itself was waiting for his permission.
And then… his gaze locked onto Jin.
For a moment, no one spoke.
No gun fired.
Only the quiet thrum of something ancient and inevitable.
Jin narrowed his eyes, staring into the mask.
Trying to place the presence. The way he stood. The way the room bent around him like it feared him.
But…
He didn't recognize him.
Not his face. Not his voice. Not the fragments of the past.
But the man in the mask?
He knew.
He recognized Jin the second he stepped in.The stance. The voice.The eyes that once cried for a missing sister.
Lisa's brother.
But he said nothing.
Because truth was a weapon.And in the wrong hands, it could kill her.
Kai Ren kept his silence like a knife in his throat.
Outside, the rumble grew louder.The ceiling groaned—panels sliding open as the wind howled down from above.
A stealth chopper descended, matte black, blades cutting shadows into the walls. The soldiers turned, confused, aiming upward.
The masked man stepped toward it.
Jin's voice broke the silence. "Who are you?"
The figure paused at the doorway of the chopper, then turned his head slightly.
His voice came out warped through a modulator—cold, deep, unreadable.
"The question isn't who I am…""It's what I'm trying to stop."
And then—
"If you find her first… don't let them open her mind.""Because if they do…""The world you know ends."
With that, the masked man stepped inside.
The wind roared. Blades spun.
From the shadows of the chopper, silent figures in black body armor emerged—his own army, faceless and loyal.
The helicopter rose.
Dust stormed the base. Debris danced in the air. Jin stood, still and cold, watching the chopper vanish into the mist.
He didn't have a name.
No one did.