My parents died. My brother was murdered by a random man on the street.
At least, that's what they said.
When I demanded justice, they covered it up.Why? Because the killer was the son of a wealthy, powerful man.Corruption runs deep when gold covers the blood.
I hated him. I hated them all.
I had no one left but my little sister. I couldn't just sit still. I worked construction under his family's company, pretending to be nothing more than a desperate worker—while secretly searching for the man who destroyed my world.
But they knew.
They'd been watching me the whole time. They weren't just a rich family.They were mafia.
They didn't arrest me. They didn't warn me.They went after her—my sister.
They tortured her.
And then… they sent her arm to me.
In a box.Wrapped like a gift.
When I opened it, my pulse exploded in my ears.I couldn't see the room.I couldn't hear anything.
Only her face.Her tiny hands.Her laugh.
That's all that remained in my head.
I lost control.
I ran through the city, blind with rage, with grief. But no one helped. The police wouldn't move—afraid, paid, or both. The mafia ruled half the city.
I was nothing.
And then… a car.
I saw its headlights just before it hit me.
Darkness.
I woke up in chains.Cold.Broken.
She sat across from me.
My sister.
But not as I remembered.
She had no legs.No arms.Just hollow eyes and blood-stained skin.
They'd cut her to pieces.
And they laughed.
I screamed. I tried to break free. The iron bit into my wrists, but I didn't feel it anymore. I didn't feel anything except rage.
And then they killed her.
Right in front of me.
That's when something inside me… shattered.
There was no more future.No more hope.No more Alex.
They laughed louder. Mocking me, as if my tears were a joke.
I wanted to burn them alive.
But I couldn't even move.
They didn't kill me.
They threw me into the street.Bleeding.Worthless.A message.
"This pain isn't enough," they seemed to say.
I lay on the sidewalk, unable to breathe. People passed me—staring with disgust, with fear, with pity. Not one hand reached out.
So I crawled.
Dragged my half-dead body into an alley, like trash returning to the shadows.
My stomach twisted. Burning.
Blood.
I looked down. A knife.I'd been stabbed.
A homeless man had taken my last coins.
I fell.Face-first into the puddle of my own blood.
And in that pool of red, I saw it—
My life.
My parents.My brother.My sister.Gone.
I closed my eyes.
There was nothing left to see.
Only darkness.