Scene 1: Shadows in the Bunker
The room was cloaked in darkness, faint red lights from hidden machinery blinking in the corners like watchful eyes. Two figures stood opposite one another, their faces obscured by black hoodies and masks. The dim light barely caught the edges of their attire—one with a logo of an assassin stitched onto the sleeve, the other marked by the chilling emblem of a ghost.
The figure with the Assassin logo handed over a card, sliding it across the metallic table like it weighed heavier than it appeared. No words came at first, just an eerie silence laced with tension.
Finally, in a voice as deep as the echoes of an abyss, the Assassin spoke: "She is your suspect."
He leaned back slightly, the crimson light glinting off his mask as he added, "Hope you will not disappoint Spirit this time either." He paused before saying the name again, dragging each syllable out like a threat. "Ghost Warrior."
The figure with the Ghost logo gave no response, no visible reaction. He was perfectly still, a shadow embodying obedience. The Assassin studied him for a moment, then turned and disappeared into the darkness. Ghost Warrior pocketed the card, the image on it veiled by the dim light, and left the bunker without a word.
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Scene 2: Flames of Chaos
The night sky glowed ominously as flames consumed a towering building. It was chaos—fire crackled furiously, smoke billowed in suffocating waves, and people screamed as they watched from behind rescue barriers. The firefighting team sprayed water into the inferno, trying to tame its wrath, while rescue workers climbed ladders to the fourth floor, pulling frightened children from the blaze.
Inside the building, a young woman, barely 23, stood amidst the choking smoke. Her face was barely visible through the haze, her body silhouetted by the firelight. She handed a child to a rescue worker leaning from the window, her voice trembling but firm as she urged the child to hold tight.
The moment the child was safe, the flames surged higher, trapping her inside. The rescue workers backed away, unable to climb further due to the intensity of the blaze. The parents, reunited with their child on the ground, hurried toward an ambulance without sparing a glance back. Selfishness hung thick in the air, unnoticed by most as the crowd murmured nervously about her fate.
The young woman staggered through the fourth floor, searching desperately for anyone still trapped. "Is anyone here?" she called out, her voice breaking. Debris collapsed from above—a piece of the fifth floor crashing down onto her, throwing her to the ground. Pain shot through her leg as the fracture immobilized her, and the impact left her barely conscious.
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Scene 3: The Ghost Arrives
Outside the burning building, Ghost Warrior appeared. His hoodie concealed his face as he surveyed the scene with cold precision. "Is anyone still inside?" he asked, his deep voice cutting through the chaos.
The crowd pointed toward the building, shouting about the young woman still trapped inside. A faint flicker of recognition passed through his mind—she matched the details of his mission. His suspect. His target. Without hesitation, Ghost Warrior moved forward.
He scaled the building swiftly, using an advanced gadget hidden within his sleeves. A thin, impossibly strong thread shot out, latching onto beams and concrete to pull him up floor by floor. His movements were fluid, effortless, as he reached the fourth floor in mere seconds.
The air inside was unbearable, smoke reducing visibility to mere inches. Ghost Warrior paused, his enhanced senses picking up the faintest sound of her whispered plea for help. He found her quickly, bleeding from her injuries and slipping in and out of consciousness.
Pulling out a compact box, he activated it, revealing an advanced first-aid kit. With surgical precision, he stopped her bleeding and stabilized her. "You'll die if this continues," he muttered under his breath, his voice as stoic and cold as ever.
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Scene 4: The Choice
As he lifted her to leave, her eyes fluttered open. She caught a faint sound amidst the chaos—a child crying for help. "There's someone else! Leave me, save them!" she gasped, reaching toward the direction of the cry.
Ghost Warrior said nothing, his focus unwavering. His mission was her, not the child.
Desperate, she struck him in the face, forcing him to drop her. Crawling with immense effort, despite her fractured leg, she dragged herself toward the sound. Ghost Warrior grabbed her, pulling her back. She resisted, tears streaming down her soot-streaked face.
"Help him!" she screamed, her voice breaking. "Help him!"
He stared at her for a moment, then struck the side of her neck with calculated force, knocking her unconscious. Without another word, he carried her through the fire to safety, leaving the cries of the child behind.
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**Scene 5: The Nightmare**
The next morning, she woke in a hospital bed, sweat dripping from her brow. Her nightmare played vividly in her mind—a child screaming, trapped in flames, calling out for help that never came. She was only a little girl in the dream, helpless to save him.
Her chest tightened as reality set in. "The child…" she murmured, turning to the nurse. "Was another child rescued after me?"
The nurse shook her head. "No, you were the last one. No one was expecting you to survive, but that unknown hero saved your life."
The nurse chuckled, oblivious to her inner turmoil. "You're so lucky! I mean, the way he carried you out—are you going to propose to him? It's like something straight out of a drama."
Her hands clenched the sheets as the nurse's words rang hollow. Her savior hadn't helped the child. He had been capable, but he chose not to. Bitterness crept into her heart, and an unspoken hatred for the mysterious Ghost Warrior began to take root.