Littlefinger, a figure who had once wielded influence and deceit, crumpled to the cold ground under the weight of Damien's judgment. The acrid smell of gunpowder hung thick in the air as Damien, his expression hardened, lowered his firearm.
The enforcers, standing vigilant around the scene, bore witness to the swift and final justice meted out. Damien, his eyes reflecting the gravity of his actions, surveyed the aftermath with a stern resolve."Clean this up," Damien commanded his enforcers, his voice cutting through the lingering echoes. "Ensure there are no loose ends."
As the enforcers efficiently carried out their orders, Damien turned away from the lifeless form of Littlefinger
Littlefinger's mind raced, contemplating his next move. The sense of control he had once held was slipping away, and the realization gnawed at him. He had underestimated Damien
