In a world ravaged by destruction, a ruthless villain seeks to dominate all, fueled by an insatiable lust for power. His sinister ambitions are deeply personal, driven by a centuries-old vendetta against a some people with extraordinary abilities.
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»»– The Fracture Point
╰┈➤ Jimin sat hunched at the cold metal table, his fingers drumming impatiently against its surface as the monitor in front of him flickered. The pale glow of the screen bathed his features in an almost ghostly light, deepening the hollows under his tired eyes. His foot tapped restlessly against the concrete floor, betraying the calmness he tried so hard to project. The tension in his jaw tightened with each passing second, his patience fraying like a loose wire.
"Come on," he muttered under his breath. "Don't do this now. Not again."
He leaned forward, eyes scanning the river of code racing across the screen—a language only he could fully decipher. This was his creation, and yet it felt like it was slipping further and further out of his control. Every failed attempt to unlock what he needed pressed harder against his chest. Seconds stretched, turning unbearably long, each one adding to the weight he carried.
Then it happened.
"ERROR ! ! ! DATA INVALID. ACCESS DENIED."
The red words bled across the screen like a wound reopening. Jimin's fists clenched before he slammed the table with such force that the sound echoed through the sterile, silent lab.
"Damn it!" he snapped, standing abruptly. "This is all crap!"
His pacing began in short, tight circles—fingers tugging at his hair, his breaths shallow and uneven. The system was compromised again. The fail-safes he had carefully built were failing one by one. If someone had managed to reach the node, the consequences wouldn't just be damage—they would spiral beyond anything he could hope to repair.
Dropping back into the chair, he typed furiously, his hands moving with a desperation that was almost frantic. But deep down, he already knew the truth. This wasn't a malfunction. It wasn't a glitch. It was sabotage. Someone was deliberately inside his system.
The screen buzzed sharply and, almost on cue, his phone rang. His chest tightened the instant he recognized the voice.
"You're wasting time."
"You're the one controlling the cable lines, aren't you?" Jimin's voice turned sharp, his tone edged with accusation.
"Obviously."
"Then stop with the puzzles. Shut it down."
His hand tightened around the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening. The system was never meant for this—it was designed to repair time, not destroy it. But in the wrong hands, it was becoming a weapon.
"You started this, Jimin. Now you want out?"
"End it. Now." His voice rose with a sharp finality.
Silence lingered for a beat, broken only by a low chuckle that made Jimin's stomach twist.
