Aarav hesitated before opening the door. The old man’s heart pounded as he heard muffled voices outside. When the door finally creaked open, they were greeted by a tall figure cloaked in shadow. The man stepped inside without an invitation, his presence filling the small room with tension.
“I’m here for what you owe,” the man said coldly. His voice was unfamiliar, but his words carried a weight of menace. Aarav stepped in front of his father, shielding him instinctively. “Who are you?” Aarav demanded.
The man chuckled darkly. “You should be asking what your father has gotten you into,” he replied. He pulled out a phone and played a recording—a recording of the old man accepting the package from the stranger. “If you want to keep this quiet, you’ll do exactly as I say.”
The old man’s world spun. He had been caught, and now his son was involved. But just as the man was about to issue his demands, the phone in his hand buzzed with a message. The man glanced at it, his expression changing from confident to panicked. Without another word, he turned and fled into the night, leaving behind more questions than answers.
What had the message said? Why had it spooked the man so badly? And more importantly, who was really pulling the strings in this deadly game?
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Silent Sacrifice
Historia CortaThere are some sacrifices of which we are unaware of and we will never be knowing.
