A sleek black car glides to a halt in front of a young boy with ebony hair and piercing blue eyes. Rain pours down relentlessly.
A man, appearing to be in his forties, yanks open the car door and strides toward the boy. "Wait, sir, the rain is pouring. Take the umbrella," the driver suggests.
"No need, it's fine," the man replies, crouching down in front of the boy. "Tell me something, boy. Do you like mysteries?"
"Huh? What? Of course not," the boy responds, bewildered.
"I see," the man says with a hint of sadness. "Where are your parents?"
"I don't have any," the boy admits.
"You know, I will be dead soon," the man reveals.
"Huh? What?" the boy gasps.
"What is your name, boy?" the man asks.
"I don't have one," the boy replies.
"Well, my name is Christopher Jones, and exactly ten years from now, I will be dead. Won't you solve my murder, Ezekiel?" he pleads.
[10 years later]
In a dimly lit office, Mr. Jones sits surrounded by paperwork. "Ezekiel," he calls out to a young man in his late teens, dressed impeccably.
Yes, sir?" Ezekiel responds
[Ezekiel Jones, also known as The Shepherd, is one of the six commandants of the criminal organization CODE.]
"You know I will die today, right?" Mr. Jones reveals, a hint of anticipation in his voice.
"You've been saying this for the past few months. Trust me, you won't die. I'm here, and you have the other five commandants and the whole organization to protect you," Ezekiel reassures him.
"Hmm-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Mr. Jones chuckles eerily.
"What's so funny, sir?" Ezekiel inquires.
"You, Ezekiel, because one cannot escape death. Even if you could, I wouldn't let you, because I want to die. I want to experience the sensation of death. I've killed over a thousand humans and trinities combined. I deserve to die," Mr. Jones confesses.
"Do you know who's going to kill you?" Ezekiel asks, concern etched on his face.
"I do," Mr. Jones replies cryptically.
"Then why not tell us, so we can eliminate them before they get to you?" Ezekiel suggests.
Mr. Jones rises from his chair and walks toward Ezekiel, embracing him tightly. "Because of the future, Ezekiel. Please, don't be afraid. Stop pretending and show your emotions," he pleads.
"What are you talking about? I do show emotions," Ezekiel insists.
"Yes, when you're around your sister, brothers and me, of course. But I want you to experience love, you know," Mr. Jones imparts.
"Are you serious? I'm a murderer, and so are you. We've suppressed our emotions; that's what we were taught," Ezekiel argues.
"Well, I'm teaching you differently," Mr. Jones declares.
As the clock strikes twelve, Mr. Jones interrupts their conversation. "Oh, it's tea time. Could you—" he begins, but Ezekiel cuts him off.
"Sure, I'll be back," Ezekiel says, leaving the room. Five minutes later,
[Kitchen]
Ezekiel takes up the tray with the tea oh I all most forgot he loves to look at those flowers when drinking his tea I should look from them damn it where are they. he thinks to himself
[Office]
"Oh, so you finally showed up," Mr. Jones remarks casually, his expression unreadable.
"Don't worry, I want you to kill me," A masked figure in all black draws a gun and fires multiple shots, fatally wounding Mr. Jones, who collapses to the ground.
Ezekiel pulls the door "Hmm I couldn't find the flowers you like that's why I took so long." he looks down and see mr Jones on the ground bleed and the man that shot him next to the window.
Ezekiel drops the tray, his heart pounding. He retrieves his own weapon and starts firing at the assailant, who shatters a nearby window and escapes, sprouting wings and taking flight. Ezekiel rushes to the window, gazing at the retreating figure in disbelief.
Ezekiel rushes to Mr. Jones's side, Ezekiel frantically calls out, "Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones, help! Someone, help me! What the hell...?"
"Ezekiel," Mr. Jones weakly utters, his voice fading.
"Huh?" Ezekiel responds, tears welling up in his eyes.
"There are mysteries in this world you should solve, and this is one of them," Mr. Jones whispers, his last words before succumbing to his injuries.
"Shut the hell up, please, and stop with the mystery nonsense! I hate mysteries!" Ezekiel exclaims, his voice trembling with grief.
"But you will be good at it," Mr. Jones murmurs before taking his final breath.
Police officers storm into the room, fifteen of them filling the office.
"Ezekiel Jones, you're under arrest for the murder of Christopher Jones," one of the officers announces.
"Wait, what? It wasn't me!" Ezekiel protests, panic overtaking him.
"Whatever you say can and will be used against you in a court of law," the officer warns sternly.
"I didn't do it, damn it!" Ezekiel's voice quivers with desperation.
As he reflects on his predicament, Ezekiel remembers Mr. Jones's cautionary words: "Ezekiel, you see, to the people of this country, they know me as Christopher Jones, the wealthy millionaire, and they perceive you and your siblings as my children. But what they don't know is that we run the criminal organization known as CODE. So whatever you do, never let them discover that you are The Shepherd."
The police escort him outside the building, cameras and media outlets capturing the moment.
"Why did you kill your father? Did you want his money?" a reporter thrusts a microphone in Ezekiel's face.
"What? Are you out of your mind? Don't you dare blame my family! I had nothing to do with this! Get that damn camera out of my face!" Ezekiel shouts, his anger boiling over.
The police place him in the car, and as they drive away, one officer remarks, "It's a good thing we got the heads-up; otherwise, he might have escaped."
Elsewhere, in an underground hideout, a young boy with emerald hair and green eyes enters a room occupied by another boy with fiery red hair and eyes.
"Did you see this, Kemar?" the green-haired boy asks, showing his phone with a video of Ezekiel. [Calliou Jones Aka Jazzbow one of the 6 commandant of the criminal organization CODE]
"What?" the red-haired boy, responds. [Kemar Jones Aka BOB one of the 6 commandant of the criminal organization CODE]
"When was this?" Kemar questions.
"Ten minutes ago. He's being taken to the police station," Calliou replies.
A man clad in all black enters the room. "Sirs, did you see what happened? Do you think Sir Ezekiel really did it?" he inquires.
Kemar glares at him menacingly, while Calliou swiftly shoots the man in the head. "There's no way Ezekiel would kill Father," Calliou asserts.
"Get the bikes ready," Kemar orders.
"Don't order me around, damn it," Calliou retorts.
[Ezekiel]
I had been framed, but by whom? Who was that mysterious man wearing the black mask? Was he a trinity or a special human? Wait a minute, even though the office cameras could potentially expose the truth about us but it will prove that I'm innocent I have to make the authorities aware of this. Ezekiel thinks to himself
"The camera in the building holds the proof of my innocence! I didn't do anything!" he urgently informed the police, his voice filled with desperation.
"I see. We will check it out once we reach the police station," one of the officers assured him, his tone carrying a glimmer of hope.
Suddenly, a man on a motorcycle wearing a helmet positioned himself in front of the police car, forcing the officers to hit the brakes. Confusion swept through the vehicle as they questioned what was happening.
Another figure on a bike wearing a helmet approached the window, rapping against it to gain attention. "Gun or ability?" Kemar asked the police officers.
The police officers inside the car looked perplexed by the inquiry. "What?" one of them responded, clearly taken aback.
"Gun, it is," Kemar declared, he draws his gun and fire a shot kill both police officers.