SINNER

FEAR

Chapter 01: Shadow

It was late at night in a remote part of Mexico, where the rain poured down relentlessly, accompanying by booming thunderstorms that drowned out any other sounds. The visibility was almost non-existent, but that didn’t deter a black Mercedes G Class speeding recklessly through the treacherous weather.
Inside the vehicle, the atmosphere cracked with tension. The man behind the wheel was shrouded in darkness, his face concealed by a black mask. His grip tightened on the steering wheel as his adrenaline surged, driving him to an unfamiliar summer house hidden deep within the nearby woods.
The car screeched to a halt, mud splattering against its sleek exterior. The man jumped out, his form blending seamlessly into the shadows. Raindrops cascaded off his black attire as he sprinted towards the house. With a swift move, he unlocked the door and disappeared inside, leaving the door ajar in his wake.
The minutes stretched on, each second an eternity of uncertainty. The deafening sound of the rain outside only added to the eerie silence within the house. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the man emerged, meticulously closing the door behind him.
Hurrying back to his car, he peeled away from the summer house, an air of urgency propelling him froward. The car’s headlights cut through the dense woods as it skidded along the muddy terrain, narrowly avoiding colliding with trees.
Finally reaching the safety of the main road, the man rolled down the car window, rain water splashing against his face. Carefully, he retrieved a small, inconspicuous package from within his coat. His eyes glinted with the combination of triumph and menace as he studied his surroundings, ensuring that no prying eyes witnessed his actions.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he flung the package out into the night, the rain washing away any trace of his sinister act. The car accelerated into the darkness, its taillights fading aways, leaving only the echoes of the thunderstorms in its wake.
Little the man know that his every move has been closely observed, every action meticulously documented. From the shadows, a figure stood, face hidden, just like his. The game had begun and in this dangerous world of intrigue and deception, no one was safe.

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Chapter 02 : Kian

It was a sunny day, the warmth of the sun seeping through the curtains and casting a golden glow upon the elegant staircase. A man in his early thirties descended the stairs, his Golden blonde hair disheveled from sleep, his pajamas hugging his athletic frame. Despite the casual attire, his handsomeness was deniable accentuated by his stocky build and fair complexion that shimmered with an enigmatic charm.
As he made his way down, he held a newspaper in his hands, his hunter eyes darting across the pages, absorbing the world’s happenings. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as the maid servant appeared, handing him a steaming cup. Grateful, he took a sip, the rich aroma awakening his senses and adding fuel to an already alert mind.
Entering the grand main hall of his marvelous mansion, settled on the plush couch, his body sinking into the comfort it provided. With the newspaper in one hand and the coffee cup in the other, he prepared to enjoy the relaxed and quiet morning.
Just as he eased into the calming routine, a maid servant approached the TV and switched it on. The screen flickered to life. Illuminating the room in a pale glow. Engrossed in the newspaper, his attention was suddenly stolen by a breaking news headline that blared from television speakers. “An Ex-convict founded dead in mysterious circumstances, no evidence yet.....” The news anchor was yet spilling out other facts further on.
His eyebrows furrowed with intrigue, causing him to roll up the newspaper and set it aside. He adjusted the volume, the sound of the news anchor’s voice cutting through the silence of the room. The man leaned in, his eyes now fixed on the screen, his interest piqued beyond measure.
The news report revealed the details of the crime scene, painting a grim picture of a life taken away under murky circumstances. As the anchor spoke, his piercing gaze intensified, absorbing every word, every piece of information being divulged. There was something about this case that resonated deeply within him, stirring a maelstrom of curiosity and unease in his chest. Abruptly, he stood up and went back to the stairs.

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