A man vomited blood. His crimson-coloured blood blended with the red carpet in the room turning it dark red.



The weather outside was gloomy with dark clouds covering the night sky. A flash of lightning struck highlighting the lavish decorations of the dimly lit room. Winds started to blow swiftly signalling the arrival of an impending storm. Seconds later, the sky rumbled loudly with the majestic roar of thunder. The rain started to pour heavily, the raindrops crashing heavily against the glass panes.



The weather was gloomy but the atmosphere in the room was gloomier than the weather outside, thick with the stench of blood and an aura of bloodlust. There in the middle of the room stood a tall man with greyish hairs showing his years of maturity and experience, sharp green predator–like eyes, and a beautifully carved face; wearing a tuxedo with hands in his pocket.

His aura screamed POWER and MONEY!! He looked no less than a grim reaper.

In front of him was a man kneeling with his head hung low and surrounded by gunned men.

The man kneeling was soaked in blood, covered in numerous bruises and wounds but all this did not hide his devilishly handsome features.



It seemed as if he was perfectly carved by god. He had a face which would make women go crazy to get a single glance from him. Although he was kneeling it could be seen he was a tall man, with oceanic blue eyes and a perfectly chiselled face. His originally pale white skin was soaked in his blood. The feeling of Hatred, agony, and a strong desire for revenge swirled in those sharp, mesmerising blue eyes. His beautiful golden hairs resembling the rays of the sun were messy. A few strands of his hair covered his eyes while a few stuck to his face were dyed in his blood.



The man slowly tilted his head to look at the man, with pride flickering in his eyes and his signature smirk on his face; as if challenging and mocking the man who stood tall; even in his weak state.