The trio enters a dimly lit apartment filled with twelve other people. The air is heavy, and the only movement comes from a lone night butterfly fluttering lazily in the room, ignored by everyone present.

  The woman’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp and dripping with disdain. “Listen up! Every single one of you here is now property of the organization. Don’t bother asking what we do—you’re just cannon fodder.”

  A man in the group stands abruptly, his face flushed with rage. “You little bitch! You think you can just waltz in here, claim us, and call us property? I serve my country, and my country alone!”

  Before anyone can react, the man lunges at her with inhuman speed, his enhanced abilities on full display. But as he closes the distance, his head suddenly explodes, fragments and gore splattering the room. His lifeless body crumples to the ground.

  The woman sighs, brushing a speck of blood from her coat. “I really didn’t want to mess up my outfit today. But some people are just too stupid to live.” She steps over the corpse with a smirk. “Let this be a lesson. At the exact moment this fool died, his family—cousins, brothers, friends—had their heads blown off too. If you don’t want the same fate for your loved ones, you’ll all cooperate.”

  An older man steps forward, his trembling hands gripping a large handgun. His eyes are wary but defiant. “That man might be dead, but I doubt you killed his family too. Sounds like bullshit to me.”

  The woman’s expression darkens, a sinister smile curling her lips. “Oh, really?” She claps her hands, and a box materializes out of thin air. With a casual toss, she drops it

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  onto the floor. The lid bursts open, and blood spills out, along with dismembered remains. The old man freezes, his face a mask of horror.

  “No… NO! That’s my daughter! What did you do to her?!” He falls to his knees, cradling the severed head in his trembling arms. “Nooooo!”

  The woman lights a cigarette, inhaling deeply before exhaling a plume of smoke. Her voice is calm, almost amused. “You still have six daughters, don’t you? It would be such a shame if they all… disappeared.”

  The old man collapses, wailing, while the others in the room look on in stunned silence. No one dares to move or speak, their fear palpable. The boy watches in shock, his stomach churning at the sight.

  The large man steps forward, his deep voice rumbling like thunder. “You’ve been given a mission. Your target is a man named Mister Bird, a crime lord who controls the underground. Even the government won’t touch him—he’s got everyone in his pocket. But our superiors don’t like what he’s doing.”

  He gestures to a suitcase placed on the table. “Inside, you’ll find everything you need: intel, weapons, and gear. Mister Bird is heavily guarded by special forces, armed with missiles, and capable of taking on entire nations. Your mission is simple: eliminate him.”

  He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in. “But there’s a catch. Only one of you will be rewarded for completing the mission. The rest will die, along with their families. Selling any of the provided materials or revealing details about this operation will also result in the termination of you and your loved ones. Do you all understand?”

  The room is silent, the group too terrified to respond. Fear and dread hang thick in the air as they realize the grim reality before them: a fight for survival, not just for their own lives, but for the lives of those they love.