Amy, a young woman struggling with her self-confidence 🌟, is determined to make a change in her life. She possesses the Book of Luck 📚, which can alter the amount of luck, along with her Emerald Cat 🐱, a creature that appears only to those with p...
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Chapter Ten
Dawn quietly crept into the sky, blending orange and yellow hues together, while the flowers bloomed, their faint scent lingering in the air. Jack stepped out of his house with determined strides, carrying that old leather bag that never left his side, as if it was a part of him. A heavy bag, hitting his thigh with every step, but it carried more than what met the eye.
Jack's house was far from the city, situated in an abandoned area filled with silence. The cold wind passed through the empty fields around the house, making the scene feel even more isolated. Jack didn't mind; he had always preferred solitude. His mind was busy, occupied with the day's events and what he might face. He gazed toward the distant horizon, where the city lights started to appear like stars on the ground, but to him, they were just a starting point for his next mission.
As he walked through the roads, his cold features reflected an internal struggle. His red eyes, always glowing faintly, scanned everything around him with caution, as if searching for an unseen danger. Jack never felt truly safe, even when there was nothing to fear.
When he reached the outskirts of the city, cars and people began to emerge. The people passing by didn't give him a second glance, even though his appearance was striking. He wore dark clothes that suited him in a strange way, as if they were part of his identity. Despite the crowd, Jack felt invisible amidst the chaos. Deep down, he wished to remain that way, to complete his tasks without interference.
After a half-hour of walking, Jack reached an old commercial district. The storefront where he worked didn't stand out much from the surrounding buildings, yet it held a special memory for him. He paused at the door, staring at the entrance for a few moments. Inside, he could feel the weight of the bag more intensely than usual. He then opened the door and stepped inside.
At the entrance, the store manager was waiting for him, his face showing signs of anxiety. The manager was a short, constantly sweaty man, harboring a hidden fear of Jack. But today, the fear was more evident.
"You're late today, Jack..." the manager said in a soft voice, trying to sound calm despite his nervousness.
Jack ignored him completely, walking past him without a glance. He went to the small employee room, changed into his work uniform, and sat in his usual corner of the store. He turned on the TV and switched to his favorite crime channel. Every news report about a new crime felt like another piece of a larger puzzle.
Jack pulled out his black book from the bag, and the red and black aura emanating from it was stronger than ever today. He opened the book and began writing the names of criminals mentioned in the news, one by one. Each name he wrote was like a death sentence waiting to be carried out. His hand moved swiftly, writing with an almost instinctive precision. He knew his time was limited, and he had to finish writing before his shift ended.
