Kenji's fall wasn't part of Voss's plan.
A faint sound came from behind.
Voss turned sharply.
A figure stepped out of the shadows — tall, composed, with long, curled hair falling over his shoulders. His presence was quiet… but dangerous.
This was Kairo.
In his hand was a thin needle, its tip glistening with poison.
"You're not part of the security," Voss said, narrowing his eyes.
Kairo said nothing.
Then he moved.
The fight exploded instantly. Voss attacked with precision; Kairo responded with equal force. Their blows were fast, calculated, deadly.
They crashed through the stairwell door, fighting as they descended. Each step echoed with impact — punches, blocks, counters.
Neither man held back.
Finally, with a powerful strike, Voss drove his shoulder into Kairo's chest.
Kairo lost his balance.
He fell down the stairs.
Voss followed quickly, ready to finish it.
But at the bottom…
He stopped.
A wounded police officer sat slumped against the wall, barely alive — yet smiling.
"You finally made it…" the officer coughed.
Voss frowned. "You're supposed to be dead."
The officer laughed weakly.
"It was all planned… by the president."
Silence.
"You two… were meant to fight," the officer continued. "One of you would die. And I… was assigned to kill whoever survived."
The words hung heavy in the air.
Voss's expression darkened.
Kairo slowly pushed himself up… then dropped to his knees.
His voice, when he spoke, was quiet.
"I never chose this life…"
He looked up.
"But I'll tell you how it began."
To be continude