At the night, a young man named Alex covered in dark hoodie landed on top of building, perched on his shoulder is beautiful woman with long dark hair the sizee of a pixie. They young stared at his hands. His heart beat with excitement. "Holy shit, that was awesome."
Nyx hovered nearby, arms crossed. "Not bad, Master. But are you done? You barely scrap you power"
Alex glanced ahead. More rooftops. More gaps. His grin widened. "Not even close." He took off again.
Jumping from building to building, each leap pushing his limits. The thrill was unreal. The wind in his face. The weightlessness before landing. The sheer rush of power. Just like that moment, Alex felt alive.
"Master, try focusing on your hearing." Nyx lounged on his shoulder like she didn't have a care in the world. The rushing wind, the rapid movement—none of it fazed her.
Alex barely spared her a glance as he landed on another rooftop, rolling smoothly to a stop. "Alright." He took a breath, closing his eyes. Focused.
At first, it was just the usual. The hum of the city. Cars. Distant chatter. The low thrum of air conditioning units. Then Something else. Voices. A conversation. Alex's brows furrowed as he listened closer.
"…You should be grateful. You know how many girls would kill for this opportunity?"
"…Please, I—I just want to focus on my music."
The sound of a chair scraping against the floor.
A hotel rooftop. That's where he had landed. His jaw tightened.
"Come on, sweetheart." A different voice, smoother, condescending. "We're offering you a chance. All you have to do is show a little appreciation."
"I… I already said no."
A scoff. A dismissive chuckle. "You need to understand something." The first man again, voice dropping into something colder. "Without us, you're nothing. Remember that. And do you think you have a choice here?"
Something snapped inside Alex. What he hear make him angry, those with power alwasy do whatever they wnted, while tHis fists clenched. His blood boiled. He didn't know who they were. Didn't need to. He just knew one thing. They were about to learn exactly how wrong they were.
Something snapped inside Alex. The conversation ignited a fire in his chest. People like this—hose with power, those who thought they could do whatever they wanted just because they could—they made him sick.
Alex stepped toward the edge of the rooftop, his gaze dropping to the floors below. "Nyx. Can you locate them?"
Nyx stretched lazily on his shoulder, as if completely unbothered by his seething rage. "You don't need me for that, Master. You already have the ability—use it."
Alex frowned. "How?"
Nyx smirked. "Your hearing. Focus again—but this time, don't just listen. Feel. Follow the sound, follow your instincts. The body knows what the mind doubts."
Alex inhaled sharply, forcing himself to calm down. His heart still pounded, but he pushed past the anger, past the noise, past the distractions. Then There it was. The voices. Muffled, but clear enough. Just a few floor below him.
***
A Few Minutes Earlier The Nangong Hotel, owned by the prestigious Nangong Consortium, was one of the most luxurious venues in the city. Tonight, it had hosted a high-profile concert for one of the fastest-rising stars in the music industry—Elise Vaughn.
At just twenty-one, Elise Vaughn had taken the entertainment world by storm. She start gainin popularity on social media, her beauty, her breathtaking voice. A stage presence that captivated millions. She wasn't just talented—she was genuine. Unlike most in the industry, she refused to rely on scandals, fake relationships, or cheap publicity stunts to boost her career. She made it purely on her talent. And that made powerful people uneasy.
The more she rose, the more certain figures in the industry saw her as something more than just talent. A product for the masses. A trophy for the rich.
After the concert, her agency's CEO had invited her to a "meeting." Elise had been suspicious from the start. The location was a suite room, not at meeting room. That alone was a red flag. She had tried to refuse. Politely. But her manager convinced her otherwise. "It's not just the CEO," they had assured her. "There are important investors attending. People who could fund your next tour." And now Here she was. Trapped in a private lounge with men who thought they owned her.
Elise's dress was ripped, parts of the delicate fabric torn, exposing smooth skin beneath. She clutched the neckline tightly, holding it up, making sure it didn't fall any further. Her body trembled as she crawled backward, her palms pressing against the cold marble floor, inching toward the glass terrace door. Her breath was shaky. Her heart hammered.
In front of her stood three people.
Seated comfortably on the couch, Zack Hayes, the middle-aged CEO of Nangong Entertainment, watched with a twisted grin. He was infamous in the industry—praised for discovering new talent, but whispered about in darker circles for his "business practices."
Standing beside him, Ronald Nangong, heir to the Nangong family, a young man with slicked-back hair and a face carefully sculpted by wealth. Entitled. Arrogant. Dangerous. And lastly, a woman—cold, expressionless, wearing a professional suit and glasses. Her hands held up a phone, recording everything.
Zack let out a chuckle, swirling the glass of wine in his hand. "Young Master Ronald, you should have the first taste. I've already confirmed—she's still a virgin."
Elise's stomach twisted.
Ronald smirked, stepping forward. His bare torso glistened under the dim lights, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. "Just give up, Elise." His voice was smooth, mockingly gentle. "One day, you'll do it anyway. Why not start with me?"
Elise shook her head, trembling. "No. I won't—"
"Oh, come on." Ronald sighed as if she was the unreasonable one."It'll secure your future. You know People call you the 'Golden Voice,' but let's not pretend—you wouldn't be here without us." His smirk widened. "If we wanted, we could bury you. Completely. Don't think social media will save you." He crouched slightly, tilting his head. "We control that too. Every platform. Every connection. We'll have you banned everywhere. You won't exist."
Elise's nails dug into her skin. "Y-You can't do that! People would revolt!"
Ronald threw back his head, laughing. "Let them." His voice was laced with pure amusement. "What can they do? Spam hashtags? Cry online?" He took another step forward, closer. His eyes darkened, filled with Lust. "You know…" His tone dropped, sending a shiver of disgust down Elise's spine. "Ever since I first saw you on stage, I've been imagining this moment." His lips curled into a sick smile. "Tonight, I'm going to enjoy you thoroughly."
Elise's face contorted in disgust, her body trembling as tears slipped down her cheeks. Ronald was now just a step away. He knelt down, his smirk widening as he reached for her. His fingers stretched forward.
Elise squeezed her eyes shut, unable to bear what was about to happen. But what she feared never came.
Instead— CRASH! A deafening shatter of glass. Then— BOOM Something slammed into the ground with a force that made the entire room quake.
Elise's eyes snapped open. And there he was. A figure stood in the center of the room, surrounded by shards of broken glass, his hoodie billowing from the impact of his landing.
Ronald and Zack both staggered back in shock. "W-What the hell?!" Zack choked out.
Alex straightened up, cracking his neck. His gaze swept across the room, locking onto Elise. Tear-streaked. Terrified. Cornered. His fists clenched. "You know," he said, voice low, dangerous. "I was in a good mood tonight." He rolled his shoulders. "Then I heard a bunch of rich bastards flapping their mouths like they owned the world." His eyes burned into Ronald. "That pissed me off."
Ronald's shock turned into anger. "Who the hell are you?!"
Alex didn't answer. He moved. FAST. Before Ronald could blink, a fist slammed into his gut.
BANG.
His entire body lifted off the ground, crashing into the couch with a thud. Zack's jaw dropped. Alex turned to him next, cracking his knuckles. "You. Fat bastard. What was that about 'confirming' her virginity?"
Zack froze. "Wait, I—"
SMACK!
A backhand sent Zack flying. His cheek split open, a tooth clattering onto the floor. "GHHHRK—!" Zack groaned, rolling onto his side, clutching his face.
The woman with glasses—the one recording everything—tried to slip away quietly. Alex wasn't having it. With a flick of his wrist, a bottle from the table flew into his palm. Then He hurled it. The bottle smashed into the phone, shattering the screen, sending both crashing to the floor. She stiffened, eyes wide. Alex smirked. "I'd run if I were you." She ran.
Ronald, groaning, pushed himself up, rage boiling in his eyes. "You're dead." He spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "Do you have any idea who I am?! My family will ruin you!"
Alex tilted his head. "Yeah? Good luck with that" Then he swung.
SMACK!
Ronald's head snapped sideways. A perfect face slap. The kind that echoed. The kind that would stay etched in his soul. Ronald staggered, disoriented. Alex leaned down, voice cold. "Congratulations. You're the first person I've ever slapped so hard I got secondhand embarrassment."
Ronald try to fight back. Alex didn't even flinch. He caught Ronald's wrist mid-air, twisted it, and slammed him face-first into the floor.
CRACK.
Nose Broken Ronald screamed. Zack was still trying to crawl away when Alex stepped onto his back, pinning him down. "Listen carefully," Alex said, voice eerily calm. "You two seem to think power gives you the right to do whatever you want. But what you have is fake power" He leaned down. "Let me teach you what real power is."
CRUNCH.
He stomped down just hard enough on Zack's hand to hear something snap. Zack let out a howl of pain. Alex smirked. "There. Now you're equal." He turned to Elise, who was still shaking. His expression softened slightly. "Can you stand?"
She nodded weakly. Alex gave a small nod in return—then moved. In a blur, he struck. Two precise hits. Zack and Ronald collapsed, knocked out cold before they even realized what happened. Alex stood over their unconscious bodies, expression unreadable beneath the shadow of his hoodie.
Then, without another word, he turned to Elise. He grabbed her hand. "We're leaving." Before she could even process what was happening, he pulled her close. Then jumped. Elise let out a sharp yelp, her arms instinctively clutching onto him as they soared into the night.