Chapter 1: The Night Everything Changed

I was just an ordinary university student, living a normal life, struggling with assignments, and planning for a future that seemed predictable. My friends, however, were different. Unlike most students, they didn't care about grades or their future. They carried themselves with an unsettling confidence, as if the world's rules didn't apply to them.

One afternoon, while we were having lunch, they invited me to meet them after university. There was something strange about their tone, but I ignored it. After all, we were just university students—what could possibly go wrong?

When the final class ended, I followed them to an abandoned factory at the edge of town. The air was thick with dust, and the only sound was the faint echo of our footsteps. As I stepped inside, my heart nearly stopped. In the dim light, I saw a man tied to a chair, his face swollen and bloody. Two other bodies lay lifeless on the cold concrete floor.

I staggered back, my breath hitching, but my friends only laughed. All except one—he stood emotionless, his empty eyes locked onto mine. Before I could speak, one of them handed me a gun.

"Kill him," he said, his voice calm.

I shook my head, my hands trembling. "This… this is a joke, right?"

But their expressions told me otherwise. The man in the chair whimpered, his eyes pleading for mercy. My hands clenched around the cold metal of the gun. I didn't want to do this. I wasn't a killer.

Tears streamed down my face as I pulled the trigger. The deafening sound of the gunshot echoed through the empty factory, drowning out the last shred of humanity within me.

That night, something inside me broke. And from that moment on, there was no turning back.

Chapter 2: The Price of Blood

The stench of gunpowder still lingered in the air. My hands, slick with sweat, trembled as I stared at the lifeless body before me. The factory walls seemed to close in, suffocating me with the weight of what I had done. I wanted to run, to scream, to wake up from this nightmare. But the others... they stood there, unfazed.

Fit Markus, the most dangerous among them, grinned as he patted my shoulder. "Welcome to reality, Toji." His voice was devoid of sympathy, as if taking a life was nothing more than a routine task.

Ryo Aklans, the smartest of the group, adjusted his glasses, observing me with an unreadable expression. "You hesitated too long," he muttered. "If this were a real fight, you'd be dead already."

I turned to leave, but the sound of laughter stopped me. Naqt and Haruto Aklans, the twins, exchanged smirks. "You can't back out now," Naqt said, wiping blood off his knife. "You're one of us."

I clenched my fists. I wasn't one of them. I refused to be.

But reality didn't care about what I wanted. The moment I pulled that trigger, I had crossed a line. And there was no going back.

Outside, the cold night air hit my face, but it did nothing to cool the fire raging inside me. I had to find a way out, a way to escape before I lost myself completely.

But deep down, a terrifying thought whispered in my mind.

What if it was already too late?

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Chapter 3: World of Darkness

The days passed, and the nights turned into recurring nightmares. I can no longer count the number of lives I ended with my trembling fingers. At first, I resisted—I cried, I trembled, and in the solitude of my mind, I pleaded for everything to end. But the world doesn't care about weakness. Night after night, they watched me, studied my features, measured my pulse, and waited for the moment I would stop resisting.

And eventually… everything stopped.

I no longer felt nauseous. I stopped asking questions. I began pulling the trigger without hesitation—as if I were a programmed machine.

Yet, even then, I never trusted them.

I knew I wasn't truly one of them. I was merely a tool they were testing—a new pawn in their filthy game. But I wasn't the only one watching… I was watching them too.

Mind Games

One night, after one of our "missions" had ended, we gathered in the abandoned factory. The walls were cloaked in dust, and the smell of blood lingered despite the chill in the air. I stood in a corner, silently observing the others.

Fit was nonchalantly smoking a cigarette, while Naqt methodically cleaned his long knife, running a cloth over its blade as if tending to something precious. Haruto was engrossed in a conversation about something inconsequential, as usual, his voice merely a distracting background hum. And then there was Ryo… he was watching me intently.

I felt his gaze pierce me—he wasn't like the others. His eyes were calm, yet he was by far the most dangerous among us.

"Toji, do you know why we chose you?" Fit suddenly asked.

I looked up at him coolly and replied, "Because you're all mentally deranged?"

Haruto burst into loud laughter, but Fit didn't smile. Instead, he stepped toward me and sat down directly in front of me.

"We aren't deranged, Toji. We just understand how the world works."

"And does that include kidnapping and killing people?"

"It means that only the strong survive."

His tone was calm, yet it carried a dark undercurrent. He didn't care what we did—he regarded it as natural. No… more than that, he saw it as necessary.

I didn't want to hear any more, but Ryo decided to intervene.

"You've never asked us who we kill or why, have you?"

I felt a slight tension, though it never showed on my face. They were right… I had never asked.

Who were these people? Why were they bound? Were they innocent?

Suddenly, I realized I'd never questioned any of it even once. I had simply followed orders—as if I had entirely lost my will.

Ryo caught a spark of doubt in my eyes and smiled faintly, "Because you're starting to understand, aren't you?"

I said nothing.

But Fit continued with an even colder smile, "You no longer think like an ordinary human. And that… makes us proud of you."

Proud of me? I wanted to scream, to break all their faces, to end this game. But I didn't. I knew it wasn't the right time… not yet.

Discovering the Truth

Later, when I returned home, I couldn't sleep. I sat on my bed, staring at my hands that no longer trembled. I knew I was turning into something else… something I had never wanted to be.

But one thing was now clear…

These people… they don't see me as a friend. I'm just a tool to them.

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Chapter 4: The Real Game Begins

I began to see things more clearly. What we were doing wasn't just random killing… it wasn't merely a "test" as I had believed. There was something far greater unfolding in the shadows—something they hadn't told me about yet.

I didn't have concrete evidence, but I noticed subtle details. Every victim we killed wasn't just an ordinary person. Some bore unmistakable marks of torture, while others wore formal attire as if they were businessmen. There were patterns, small hints, yet I couldn't piece them together.

Still, I was determined to uncover the truth.

The New Test

One night, as usual in the factory, Fit stood before me with his trademark smug smile, while the others watched in silence.

"We have a special mission tonight."

I sensed something off in his tone. He didn't usually say that; everything always followed the same routine—but tonight was different.

"What's different?" I asked coolly.

"You will be the leader this time."

My eyebrow arched slightly. This wasn't just a minor drill or a small test… it was something serious. I glanced at Ryo, but he offered no reaction—just a silent appraisal of my thoughts.

"What?"

Before I could utter another word, Ryo interjected, "This is a test for you, Toji. You're the one who will plan and execute this mission."

I felt my heart pounding, but I masked it behind my impassive expression. Why now? Why did they suddenly trust me so much?

I took the paper that Naqt had handed me, which featured a photograph of a man in his mid-forties, his hair gray, wearing an elegant suit. Beneath the picture was a name: "Tatsuya Hiroshi."

"Who is this?"

"Don't ask. Just execute," Fit said coolly, his eyes fixed on me, as if awaiting any objection.

But I wasn't the man I once was. I had been watching them all along, and I knew everything had a reason. This wasn't just a test… there was something behind this objective.

Yet, I voiced no protest.

"Alright," I said simply.

Meeting the Target

Two hours later, I found myself standing in front of a sprawling mansion on the outskirts of the city. The lights were dim, and luxury cars were lined up at the entrance. This wasn't an ordinary man.

I moved as if I were used to such situations, yet inside, my mind was filled with questions. How did this become my first target as a leader? Why wasn't I assigned something smaller?

I slipped inside. The operation was seamless, void of any noise. When I reached the upper floor, I found the door I was looking for. I opened it slowly, and as I stepped in, I saw the man seated behind his desk, staring directly at me… as if he had been expecting me.

He wasn't scared. He didn't scream or resist. Instead, he smiled.

"So, they finally sent you," he said quietly.

I froze for a moment. What did that mean? Who was this man really? And why did he seem to know me?

But I didn't have time to ponder. I raised my weapon, ready to pull the trigger… but then he said something that made my blood run cold:

"Do you think I'm the first person they've sent you?"

My eyes widened.

"What…?"

He smiled again, as if delighting in the shock on my face.

"This isn't your first time, Toji."

A chill ran down my spine, and I realized one thing…

I wasn't just a tool. I was part of a game much larger than I'd ever imagined.

Additional Details – Unveiling the Secrets

I didn't pull the trigger immediately; I felt I needed to hear more.

"What do you mean?" I asked in a low voice, trying to keep my composure.

"How many times have you been in a situation like this, Toji? How many times have you pulled the trigger without asking questions?"

I knew he was trying to manipulate me, yet he wasn't entirely wrong. I had never asked. I had never questioned.

Tatsuya slowly gestured toward the drawer in his desk, opened it, and retrieved a sealed envelope.

"Open it," he said calmly.

I eyed him warily, but my curiosity overpowered me. I opened the envelope, and what I saw took my breath away.

There were photographs… of me.

I was captured in various moments—in the factory, at the university, even at home. But the worst was the last photo…

It showed me as a child… standing next to Fit Markus.

My eyes widened as if I'd seen a ghost.

"Impossible…" I whispered, barely audible.

"You have no idea what you're a part of, do you?" Tatsuya said with a mysterious smile.

My mind began to shatter. Had I known Fit since childhood? Why don't I remember? And why does this man have these photos?

A Crucial Decision

I pressed the trigger, uncertain whether I was fueled by anger or fear. But before I fired, he uttered his final words:

"If you kill me, you won't get the answers you're seeking."

My hand paused for a split second… but it was enough.

"Bang!"

I fired. Tatsuya slumped backward, not dying immediately—he bled, yet he still smiled.

"This is just the beginning, Toji."

Then he lost consciousness.

I wasn't sure if I had truly killed him, but I had no time to check. I quickly snapped some photos, and then I heard a voice over my wireless earpiece:

"Toji, are you finished?" It was Ryo's voice, but there was something in his tone—as if he were testing me.

I held my breath and then replied in a steady voice:

"Yes, the mission is complete."

But I knew…

This wasn't just a mission. It was the beginning of something far greater.

And that meant… I would kill them before they kill me.

Chapter 5: Black Chaos Unleashed

The plan had been set for weeks. After long hours of surveillance, our target—the heavily guarded arms depot of the rival gang known as "Black Covenant"—was finally pinpointed. Hidden in an abandoned industrial zone on the outskirts of the city, the depot was a fortress of cold concrete walls and rusted metal gates, surrounded by stacks of old shipping containers. A secret underground entrance, discovered near a pile of forgotten crates, promised a covert way in.

That night, under a moonless sky and amidst a shroud of drifting smoke, we assembled for the operation. The team split into two groups:

Group One: Led by Hartou and Toji, tasked with securing the secret entrance and dealing with any resistance at the outer perimeter.

Group Two: Commanded by Ryo and Naqt, their objective was to infiltrate the depot and extract the arms.

As we moved silently toward the depot, tension crackled in the air. The plan was to steal the weapons and vanish without a trace. However, no plan survives first contact with the enemy.

Almost immediately after we breached the hidden entrance, the ambush unfolded. Hidden sentries revealed themselves, and chaos erupted. In the ensuing firefight, the two groups were forced into separate skirmishes.

On the perimeter, an enemy operative fired at Hartou. The shot struck him in the leg—he staggered, clutching his injured shoulder as well, evidence of earlier hits. The situation spiraled quickly. Sensing the urgency, Toji unleashed a swift, brutal counterattack: he took careful aim at the advancing attackers and fired. One shot struck an enemy squarely in the head, and another found its mark in a vital spot, ending the threat instantly.

Amid the smoke, shouts, and scattered gunfire, the enemies' voices rose. One of them screamed out the name of their gang—"Black Chaos"—and for the first time, Toji heard it echo in the carnage. It was as if the very name of this larger, sinister organization had been carved into his fate.

After the dust settled and the adrenaline faded, we regrouped at the depot's entrance. The night was silent but for the sound of our labored breathing and the distant hum of city life beyond the industrial wasteland.

In the somber aftermath, a makeshift funeral was arranged for those who had lost their lives that night. As we stood together, the reality of our actions sank in. Ryo, the ever-calm strategist, was seen wiping away tears; his stoic facade cracked under the weight of loss. Naqt, usually the silent killer, wore a rare expression of melancholy—a slight sadness that spoke of regret and the burden of violence. Even Fit, known for his unyielding ferocity, could not hide his tears as he mourned the fallen and the cost of our mission.

In that moment, amidst the ruins of our operation and the scattered remnants of shattered loyalties, the true gravity of our world became clear. The name "Black Chaos" resonated as a chilling reminder that we were part of something far larger and darker than any of us had imagined.

Chapter 6: Consequences of Chaos

1. Psychological and Emotional Fallout

The chapter opens with a somber scene in the aftermath of the battle. The camera (or narrative focus) shifts to the individual pain of each member. Ryo is seen sitting alone in a dim corner, his face wet with silent tears that betray the usually imperturbable strategist; each tear seems to carry the weight of guilt and loss. Naqt, known for his stoic demeanor, shows a rare moment of vulnerability—a subtle, pained expression that hints at deep sorrow and regret for the lives lost and the brutal realities they now face. Even Fit, usually the embodiment of ruthless strength, is caught off guard as tears stream down his face, an unmistakable sign that the violent cost of their actions is beginning to erode his hardened exterior. Meanwhile, Toji Rakos stands apart from them, his inner turmoil evident in the relentless tension in his clenched fists and the haunted look in his eyes. Though his reaction in the battle was swift and deadly, the burden of responsibility and the gnawing sense of guilt for the irreversible transformation he has undergone now weigh heavily on him, setting the stage for his internal conflict.

2. Factions and Growing Doubts

After the carnage, whispers of betrayal begin to circulate within the organization. In the quiet corridors of their hideout, subtle glances and hushed conversations reveal that some members are starting to question the loyalty of certain key figures—particularly Cain Vales, whose calculated and secretive actions have sown the seeds of distrust. A faction within the group begins to form, one that doubts his true allegiance, while others, driven by self-interest or fear, quietly side with him, hoping to secure their own positions in the chaos. These divisions create a palpable tension, with every meeting and every whispered conversation fueling an undercurrent of suspicion. The once-united front of the gang now shows the first fractures of internal conflict, setting the stage for future power struggles.

3. Secret Plans and Hidden Meetings

As the shock of the battle begins to fade, the leadership calls for a secret meeting deep within a fortified room hidden behind layers of security. In this dimly lit chamber, several of the higher-ranking members gather around a long table, maps and schematics of their operations spread out before them. Their voices are low and urgent as they dissect the outcome of the mission—evaluating what went wrong, what could be improved, and how to handle the growing internal dissent. Amid hushed debates, strategic differences come to light: some advocate for a more aggressive stance against external threats, while others insist on tightening internal security and rooting out potential traitors. The conversation grows heated as subtle hints of an external conspiracy emerge, suggesting that rival forces might be poised to exploit the current turmoil. Every word exchanged, every tense silence, deepens the mystery and foreshadows a larger conflict on the horizon.

4. The Onset of a New Conspiracy

Rumors begin to spread like wildfire through the ranks. A mysterious whisper circulates that an external rival organization—or perhaps an insidious faction within their own ranks—is planning to exploit the current disarray for its gain. This rumor ignites paranoia among the members; alliances start to shift as everyone wonders who might be the next target or who might be plotting behind closed doors. For Toji, these rumors strike a chord deep within his already tormented soul, prompting him to entertain thoughts of revenge. He begins to question every decision, every order, and even his own role within this vast, dark organization. This burgeoning conspiracy, though still in its infancy, marks a pivotal turning point in his character arc—a moment when he must decide whether to follow the orders he's been given or to forge his own path in search of truth and retribution.

5. Interpersonal Relationships and Lingering Memories

In the quiet aftermath of the chaos, personal relationships among the members come under scrutiny. In a particularly poignant scene, the group gathers for a makeshift funeral for those who perished during the operation. Amidst the somber atmosphere, quiet conversations and reflective glances reveal the deep-seated bonds—and the growing fractures—between them. Toji finds himself lost in a whirlwind of memories: flashes of camaraderie from simpler times, now tainted by betrayal and bloodshed. A private exchange between him and Ryo hints at a once-unbreakable trust that is now under strain, while Naqt's subdued demeanor suggests internal conflict over his own complicity in the carnage. These moments of intimacy, filled with silent sorrow and unspoken regret, underscore how drastically the organization has changed. The personal cost of their violent lives becomes apparent, leaving a trail of emotional scars that promise to influence every future decision and every unfolding betrayal.