One night, in an abandoned port, guns roared. A shipment of gold vanished — taken by a ghost.
Survivors spoke of a man they couldn't kill, a man with eyes like fire.
The underworld began to tremble again. The name spread in hushed tones — "He's back."
Rocky had returned, not to reclaim a throne, but to destroy the rot that had infested his dream.
He no longer wanted power. He wanted balance — a world where no one would be crushed for another man's gold.