"Identity theft. Money laundering. Human trafficking. Child exploitation. Sexual assault—on women, children, even men. Blackmail. Theft. Murder. Mass murder. Homicide…"
The young man's voice was quiet, yet each word struck the wind like a curse.
His amethyst-colored hair shimmered under the pale daylight, strands brushing against his cheeks as the breeze danced across the rooftop.
His bangs fell over his right eye, only slightly parted by the wind, but nothing could soften the intensity behind those eyes.
He stood atop a broken building—not entirely ruined, but cracked and charred, its bones scorched by recent fury.
Yesterday, this place had been a thriving den of filth. A gathering nest for the worst kind of people—traffickers, war profiteers, and the diseased minds who enabled atrocities.
But now?
Now it was silent.
Because Arawn had reduced it to ash.
He had razed it down, brick by brick, body by body. No mercy. No survivors.
