"You're kidding me," said Darius "The Titan" Novak, the reigning Spirit Warrior champion, staring at the brown leather wallet he had just picked up from the damp street.
It was a quiet evening, the kind he rarely enjoyed due to his rigorous training schedule. Tonight, though, he had taken a rare stroll in the city to clear his mind. He had been expecting peace, not mystery.
He opened the wallet, fingers brushing against a fat stack of cash. "Whoa," he muttered, flipping through the crisp notes. "There's gotta be at least five grand in here."
But what caught his attention wasn't just the money. It was the small, folded note tucked inside. Darius hesitated, his instincts honed from years in the brutal fighting world. Notes in wallets usually meant trouble.
"Here we go," he muttered, pulling out the note. It was written in shaky, hurried handwriting.
"Help me."
