In these world , people break the laws , the world is not really colored in white and black but in shades of grey , everybody have a reason for doing , what they do like some 's say's the end justifies the means , crossing a line , a boundary of law even humanity as far the reason is valid, it justifies the heinous crimes that were committed but the picture that they were staring was making them reconsider that does the end justifies the means ! . Dead bodies every where, they were missing parts of their bodies , their eyes had been gouged out , and their abdomens were sliced open , revealing the organs within , Each appeared bloodied and mutilated ; Gazing at the image, they witnessed a scene that transcended mere cruelty; it was truly horrifying. These were not innocent children; they had inflicted suffering on both the innocent and the guilty alike. They understood that the world was not a just place; they were, regrettably, necessary collateral damage . Some of the victims wore expressions of relief at their demise, while others bore the stark agony of their suffering. Certain faces suggested they had been subjected to assault and rape. Viewing these images, it was clear the acts were sadistic. As they stared back at the official, the gravity of the situation was undeniable.
Christian then muttered, "Our mission is to investigate and eliminate the person, that's the objective, right?" His tone was serious. However, the official's response shocked everyone: "We want you to investigate and capture the person alive."Still shocked, Cyrus asked, "After all he or she has done, you want us to capture them? The best course of action isn't to neutralize the threat on sight? This person has killed some of your men, and you're telling us to capture what is likely a level or level S threat. Killing this person would solve the problem, yet you want us to capture them alive. What's the reason behind taking such an unreasonable approach?""You don't see it; they intend to use him, but the question is—what for?" Abaddon said. "You've seen the picture; they're after him because of his innate ability, which seems to be related to the mind. Maybe it's because of the expressions we saw in that picture—some looked relieved, others deeply agonized. So, this person might possess a mind-related ability, or perhaps he's just on tour, or maybe it's a combination of both," Ivana suggested, leaning on the train chair's handle. The official, eyebrows raised inquiringly, asked, "A tour?"
With a subtle smile, Ivana responded, "Yes, a tour of the outskirts and the villages, or perhaps even methods to inflict pain on them."
"You think this is a joke?" the official snapped back, irritation clear in his voice.
"Yes, I do think it's a joke," Ivana retorted confidently. "You expect us to capture a threat that your so-called 'A-ranked' men couldn't even kill.". "The official remarked with a smirk, 'I thought you were the finest your kingdom had to offer.' Christian responded, equally smug, 'No, we are not the best—yet. But in time, we will surpass the best. We cannot jeopardize our lives for your kingdom; no offense intended, but we are of greater value than all of you combined.'"
"The official declared angrily, 'You arrogant bunch of pricks!' 'Stop!' Treasure interjected, 'There's no need for all this. We are aware of our superiority over you, and yet, we will still choose to help.'" Ivana sighed and said. " joke aside we will attempt to capture the individual but if we cannot , we will have no choice but to neutralize him on sight ' . after she spoke , a palpable collective release of blood lust made the official to shiver . On the outskirts of the city, there was a village enveloped in darkness. Yet, amidst this darkness, a deceptive sparkle could still be seen. However, this was not the glimmer of hope; the village lay bathed in blood, its streets strewn with dead bodies, Among the dead bodies lay a little girl , her clothing tattered and soaked in blood , bearing the marks of torture and rape. Muttering under her breath , "Can someone end my suffering ? " a single tear traced a path down her cheek.