Alsen's POV
From the moment I took my first breath, I understood that life could be filled with fear.
I had already endured the torment of what I called hell phase one, a grueling experience that had tested my limits and shaken my very foundation.
Now, as I stood on the brink of another journey—hell phase two—I could feel the familiar knots of anxiety tightening in my stomach.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside, fully aware that the answer was already lurking in the shadows of my mind.
Karma's laughter echoed around me, a chilling sound that cut through the air like a knife. It was a harsh reminder that some truths were impossible to escape.
Karma's laughter faded, and he took a step closer to me. "You know exactly what I want, Alsen," he said, his voice low and menacing.
"I want you to do a job for me. A job that requires your... unique skills." He paused, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Are you interested?"
