Cold night wraps the streets of Novaris…
Lights reflect off wet asphalt. The city looks calm—too calm. The kind of calm that comes before something bad.
A black car stops a few meters from the central police station.
The door opens slowly.
Suyo Zaki steps out.
His steps are steady. No hesitation. No rush.
His eyes are calm.
He looks up at the building.
"Let's see what you've got."
Then he walks.
He approaches a white wooden barrier striped red at a checkpoint.
He ducks under it and slips inside.
"Hey—w-wait…" the guard starts.
Suyo moves.
A side kick—fast as a cannon. His foot blasts through the wooden barrier and slams into the guard.
The guard drops instantly.
—
Inside, everything is normal. Officers talking. Papers moving. Light laughter.
Then… the door opens.
Suyo walks in.
In a second, the air changes.
One officer steps forward.
"Stop! Who are you?"
No answer.
One step—that's all it takes.
A flash strike—the officer drops before finishing his sentence.
Second… third…
Everyone starts moving.
But Suyo… is faster.
—
The hallways turn into a battlefield.
Bodies fall in silence.
Precise movements. Short. Deadly.
Every strike has a purpose.
Every motion has an end.
A fist to the neck—blackout.
A low kick—collapse.
Two fingers to a pressure point—the body locks, then falls.
He isn't fighting…
He's ending fights before they begin.
—
Alarm.
Footsteps rushing in.
Suyo doesn't stop.
He heads to a side door.
Opens it.
—
Training room.
Men in combat gear, mid-drill.
They freeze.
"Who the hell is that?!"
One of them charges first.
Mistake.
Suyo moves.
—
What happens next… isn't a normal fight.
It's a storm.
One attacker—slammed to the ground.
Another grabs—loses consciousness.
A third screams—drops before finishing it.
His movements are clean… almost like a dance.
No wasted force.
No noise.
Just… precision.
One after another.
Until silence takes over.
—
Suyo stands in the middle of the room.
Breathing calmly.
One glance at the bodies on the floor.
Where's the director's office…?
He turns.
—
Back through the hallways.
Same place… now silent.
Only machines humming. Red alarm lights flashing.
Cameras track him from the corners.
Inside the control room, two officers watch—terror on their faces. Their friends scattered across the station.
Suyo stops under one of the hallway cameras.
No one tries to stop him.
No one can.
He looks up.
A cold, steady stare… lasting a few seconds.
Then he keeps walking.
Toward the offices.
Signs on the doors—
Investigation… Cells… Meeting Room… Deputy Director… Control Room…
Two officers hear his footsteps pass outside their door.
Silence. Tension thick enough to choke.
But he keeps going.
Director's Office.
His hand reaches the handle… then stops.
His eyes shift.
Next door—File Room.
"That's what I need."
He turns and enters.
—
Shelves. Packed.
Files everywhere.
Criminals… wanted… smugglers…
Then—mutant files.
He drops them on a table. Flips through fast.
One file catches his eye.
Khaled.
A clear photo.
Labeled: Mutant. Terrorist organization.
Most details unknown.
Ability: devastating radioactive axe strikes.
Suyo stares at the photo. Cold. Still.
Next file.
Even more unknown.
Connor.
No real name. No data.
Just—amphibious monster. Terrorist group.
Even the image is unclear.
More files.
The team.
Barely anything. Blurry photos. Small notes on abilities:
Hana _Elastic body.
Simon—super speed.
Boris—steel body.
Ethan—water control.
No reaction.
Just cold focus.
Then the last file.
Attack Victim.
Victor Morelli.
Suyo's expression shifts—into cold disgust.
He opens it.
Businessman. Owner of cement companies and hotels.
His eyes narrow.
He grabs the files.
Leaves.
—
The door opens.
Cold air hits his face again.
He steps into the night.
Stops for a second.
Looks back… without fully turning.
One officer lies on the ground, groaning—arm broken.
"You should quit this job," Suyo says quietly.
Then—he looks ahead.
Helicopters. Getting closer.
He walks to the black car.
Gets in slowly.
And disappears into the shadows of the city.
—
Mutant village.
A dog—Rex—barks in front of a wooden house.
Mosta steps out.
"I'm here, buddy."
He pets him, scratches his belly.
Rex barks happily, playing.
Stan stands nearby, smiling.
"Haha… if it were me, he'd bite my hand."
"He doesn't let anyone touch him but me," Mosta says.
Mosta walks over, greets Stan.
"How are things?"
"All good…" Stan replies.
"I've noticed you've been working a lot lately… saw one of your guys—looked dead from lack of sleep."
"That's even with me cutting down work using my powers," Stan says.
"Not surprising. The farmland is huge compared to your workers. If you stop, they won't manage anything."mosta.
"Yeah. And it's harvest season. The hardest time of the year."stan.
Stan looks at him.
"How's training going?"
"I've got a group now that can defend the village if anything happens," Mosta says.
"That's great news."stan.
"Credit goes to Maru more than me. He made them work like a unit. Leads them well. The rest of the groups… you know how it is."mosta.
"What?" Stan laughs. "Let me guess—you're struggling with them?"
"Yeah… especially the older group. They just get on my nerves. No progress. Honestly, we'd be better off without them."mosta.
They walk together down a dirt road.
Connor passes by.
"Connor!" Stan calls.
"How are you?" Mosta adds.
"Hey," Connor says, walking past them toward a house.
Mosta and Stan exchange looks.
"That's not like him," Mosta says.
"After everything that happened with Khaled and Almy… of course he's not okay," Stan says.
—
Connor climbs a wooden staircase.
Creaking under his steps.
He knocks.
The door opens.
Boris.
"Oh—Connor!" he says, excited.
Connor walks in.
"You're heading back to university tomorrow, right?"
Boris shuts the door.
"Yeah… got an exam in the morning. Haven't studied—because Simon's an idiot."
"You still have time. Study tonight. On the bus too," Connor says.
Simon walks in.
"Connor! Man, we thought you were leaving the village."
"I'm good… why would I leave?"connor.
"When you left the team, we thought that was it. Just a misunderstanding. You should come back. Khaled can't go on missions with Ethan alone while we're gone," Simon says.
"Oh please… Almy can take care of it on her own."connor.
"Relax. It's just a disagreement with Khaled… and a meaningless fight with Almy. Don't overthink it," Boris says.
"I know. I already forgot about that fight… and her? I don't care what she does. I'm staying here with the villagers," Connor says.
"I don't buy it. You're not yourself. You're usually joking, messing around," Boris says.
"Yeah. You need to actually let it go—not just say it," Simon adds.
"Alright, alright. Let's talk about something useful. Can I come with you to the university? Stay over?" Connor asks.
Simon and Boris light up.
Big smiles.
"You're coming with us?! That's awesome!" Boris says.
"Yeah! We can get a third bed in the dorm—this is gonna be great!" Simon adds.
Connor laughs.
"I want to see my cousin too."
"Zak?!!!..... Yeah, of course—I'll look for him," Simon says.
Connor heads to the door.
"So… when do we leave?"
"Seven. From the village gate," Boris says.
"He said seven—that means 7:30," Simon jokes.
Connor laughs.
"Alright. I'll come by at 6:45. Make sure he actually leaves early."
—
Elsewhere.
A large room.
Armed guards outside.
A long table.
Eight men sit.
The Eighth Shadow Council.
Victor among them. Speaking. All listening.
"I don't know who they are or what they are, but what I do know is that if they take me down, you're next without a doubt.
We must protect our kingdom before it's destroyed."
Alejandro, drug lord, speaks.
"Best defense is offense.
I suggest we go after them ourselves instead of providing protection for you and waiting for them to come.," he says aggressively.
Richard, businessman in a blue suit and red tie, speaks calmly.
"He's right. In the end, they're only six mutants—we can take them down if the government helps us with robots." he says calmly and coldly.
Victor thinks.
"…You convinced me."
He looks at them.
"So how do we do it?"
An arms dealer leans forward.
"I have an idea… since they're after Victor, we can fake his location through the media, saying he is under government protection in some palace.
We wait, and they will come to us."he says thoughtfully.
Marcus, contractor of assassins, shakes his head.
"That won't work. Too obvious. Media wouldn't reveal his location if he's a target. And those mutants aren't that stupid."
From the end of the table—
Ibraham. Kidnapping ring leader.
"You're overcomplicating it. These mutants saved one of their own before, right? We use that. Fake news—security forces captured a mutant somewhere. Holding him in a facility."
His tone… unsettling.
Dr. Elias Mordane, organ-harvesting professor, smiles.
"That's exactly what I was about to suggest… you stole my idea," he chuckles darkly.
"Strong plan. Ninety percent success."
Victor stands.
"That's insane… I like it."
He looks at all of them.
"Let's end this threat. We stand together. Always. Don't forget—there are more mutants out there. Another group could appear anytime. And whatever their goals are… we'll be targets. No question."