Ethan:
The sound of gunfire had become constant—sharp, relentless, echoing through every broken wall of the factory like it would never end. Smoke filled the air, mixing with dust and the metallic scent of blood. Men were shouting, falling, firing blindly into shadows. Chaos had taken over completely.
Ethan stood in the middle of it all.
Breathing harder now.
Not untouched anymore.
A thin line of blood ran down from his shoulder, his sleeve torn, another bruise forming along his jaw. He had taken hits—but none of them slowed him. None of them mattered.
Because Viktor was still standing.
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They faced each other again.
Closer now.
No distance left between hunter and prey.
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Viktor's guards had fallen one by one, leaving space around them—a dangerous, temporary silence forming in the middle of the chaos.
Viktor wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, his breathing uneven but his eyes still sharp.
"…You're persistent," he muttered.
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Ethan didn't answer.
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He moved.
Fast.
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The fight turned brutal.
Not calculated anymore.
Not distant.
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Close.
Raw.
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Fists collided.
Bodies slammed into broken metal and concrete.
Each hit carried weight—years of power, control, survival.
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Viktor struck hard, but Ethan was faster.
Stronger.
More precise.
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A final blow—
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Viktor staggered.
Then fell.
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His body hit the ground heavily, a low sound echoing beneath the gunfire still raging around them.
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Ethan stood over him.
Breathing heavy.
His chest rising and falling, his gaze locked down.
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It was over.
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Or it should have been.
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Because suddenly—
Viktor's hand moved.
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A gun.
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Hidden.
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He grabbed it.
Raised it.
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Aimed straight at Ethan.
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Everything slowed.
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Ethan's hand instinctively went to his own weapon—
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Empty.
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No bullets.
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For the first time—
A flicker of something crossed his face.
Not panic.
But awareness.
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This—
Was it.
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Viktor's lips curled slightly, blood staining his teeth.
"…You lose."
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Ethan didn't step back.
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He stepped forward.
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Even knowing—
Even seeing the gun aimed at him—
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He didn't stop.
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And then—
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BANG.
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The shot rang through the factory.
Louder than everything else.
Clear.
Final.
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Viktor's expression froze.
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Then—
His body dropped.
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The gun slipped from his hand.
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Silence—just for a second.
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Ethan's eyes flicked up.
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And there—
Standing behind Viktor—
Gun still raised—
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Was Yuna.
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His breath caught.
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"…Yuna?"
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Her hands trembled slightly.
Her chest rising and falling.
Her eyes wide—but steady.
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For a second—
The world around them faded.
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"…What are you doing here?" Ethan asked, his voice low, strained, disbelief mixed with something deeper.
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She didn't answer immediately.
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Because before she could—
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More footsteps.
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More men.
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Viktor's guards.
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Rushing in.
Weapons raised.
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The moment shattered.
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"Ethan—!" Luca's voice came sharply from the side, moving toward them despite his own injuries.
Kai appeared from the other direction, gun raised, covering angles.
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They regrouped instinctively.
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Ethan moved in front of Yuna without thinking.
Shielding her.
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"You shouldn't be here," he said under his breath.
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Before she could respond—
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A new voice cut through everything.
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Calm.
Cold.
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"…That's enough."
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All movement paused.
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Because from the shadows—
Another figure stepped forward.
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Alejandro Cortez.
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Viktor's partner.
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Untouched.
Unharmed.
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His gun raised.
Not just at Ethan—
But at all of them.
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Behind him—
More guards.
Fresh.
Prepared.
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His lips curved slightly.
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"You've made quite a mess," he said calmly.
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Ethan's gaze hardened.
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Alejandro didn't look concerned.
Didn't look rushed.
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Instead—
He stepped forward.
Slowly.
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"…But you forgot one thing."
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His eyes flicked toward Viktor.
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Still alive.
Barely.
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Two of his men rushed forward, lifting Viktor carefully.
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"…You don't end something," Alejandro continued, "until every piece is gone."
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Ethan's jaw tightened.
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They were outnumbered.
Outpositioned.
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Even now.
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Alejandro's gun shifted slightly.
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"If I pull this trigger," he said quietly, "none of you leave."
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Silence.
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Tension thick.
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Yuna stood behind Ethan.
Still holding the gun.
Still shaking slightly.
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Luca moved slightly to the side.
Kai adjusted his stance.
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Ready—
But waiting.
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Because one wrong move—
Would end everything.
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Alejandro smiled faintly.
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"…But today is not that day."
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He nodded once.
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His men began to retreat.
Taking Viktor with them.
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Ethan didn't move.
Didn't shoot.
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Because he knew—
This wasn't the moment.
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Not yet.
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Alejandro stopped briefly before turning away completely.
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"…Next time," he said softly, "finish what you start."
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Then—
They were gone.
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Leaving behind silence.
Smoke.
And unfinished war.
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Ethan stood still for a second longer.
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Then turned—
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His eyes landing on Yuna again.
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Alive.
Standing.
Here.
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"…You came," he said quietly.
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But this time—
There was no question.
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Only something deeper.
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Because everything had just changed.
The silence Alejandro left behind didn't feel like peace—
It felt like a threat.
Like something unfinished hanging in the air, waiting to snap.
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Before he had turned away completely, he had paused again, glancing back over his shoulder. His expression had shifted—less calm now, more… mocking.
"…You really thought you could end him like this?" he said, a low laugh escaping his throat. "You're not as sharp as they say, Ethan."
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Ethan didn't react.
Didn't move.
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Alejandro's gaze flicked toward Yuna next, and something darker crept into his smile.
"…And you brought her here?" he scoffed. "What is this, a battlefield or a love story?"
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Yuna's grip on the gun tightened, but she didn't step back.
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Alejandro chuckled again, shaking his head.
"Pathetic."
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One of his men dragged Viktor slightly, adjusting their hold as Viktor let out a weak, pained breath. Blood stained his clothes, but even then, a faint, twisted smile lingered on his lips.
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"…You should've stayed down," Viktor rasped, his voice rough but still filled with venom. "Now look at you… standing there like an idiot with nothing to show for it."
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Luca's jaw tightened.
Kai shifted slightly, ready—
But Ethan still didn't move.
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Alejandro stepped closer again, just enough to make his presence feel heavier.
"…You came all this way," he continued, voice dripping with sarcasm, "killed half the men here, destroyed the place… and still failed."
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His eyes narrowed slightly.
"…That must sting."
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Yuna took a small step forward.
"…Stop talking."
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Alejandro looked at her.
Then laughed.
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"…Oh?" he tilted his head slightly. "The girl speaks."
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His gaze dragged over her, cold and disrespectful.
"…You think holding a gun makes you dangerous?"
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Ethan's hand tightened slightly at his side.
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Alejandro didn't stop.
"…You're just in the way," he said bluntly. "People like you don't belong here. You survive because men like him let you."
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Yuna's eyes burned, but she didn't lower her gaze.
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"…And yet," Alejandro added with a smirk, "you're the one who pulled the trigger."
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That made Viktor let out a weak, breathless laugh.
"…Embarrassing," he muttered. "Getting shot by someone like her…"
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His eyes lifted toward Ethan again.
"…You've gotten soft."
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That word—
Hung heavier than anything else.
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Ethan's gaze darkened.
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Alejandro noticed.
And smiled.
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"There it is," he said quietly. "That look."
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He stepped back slowly.
"…Hold onto it," he added. "You'll need it next time."
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His men began moving again, faster now, lifting Viktor, covering their retreat. The remaining guards adjusted positions, weapons still raised to keep Ethan and his team locked in place.
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Alejandro paused one last time at the edge of the exit.
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"…Next time," he said without turning back, "don't bring distractions."
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The word was deliberate.
Sharp.
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Then—
They disappeared.
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Gone.
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Leaving only the aftermath.
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The factory felt quieter now.
But not calm.
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Broken walls.
Fallen bodies.
Smoke still rising faintly.
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Luca exhaled sharply, lowering his weapon slightly.
"…Damn it."
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Kai checked the surroundings quickly.
"They're gone."
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Ethan didn't respond.
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His gaze remained fixed on the direction they left.
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His jaw tight.
His breathing steady again.
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But something had shifted.
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Not anger.
Not frustration.
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Something colder.
More dangerous.
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Because this wasn't over.
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Not even close.
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After a moment—
He turned.
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And there she was.
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Yuna.
Still standing there.
Still holding the gun.
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Her hands slightly shaking.
But her eyes—
Strong.
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Ethan stepped toward her.
Slowly.
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"…You shouldn't have come," he said quietly.
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But his voice—
Didn't carry anger.
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It carried something else.
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Relief.
Mixed with something deeper he didn't say.
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Because despite everything—
Despite the danger—
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She came anyway.
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And now—
There was no going back.