Adrian was never the type to show emotion. The world had taught him early on that softness was a weakness. A mistake that could get you killed. Life, for Adrian, was about precision — not just in his line of work as a hitman, but in every step, every breath, every action he took. He was an instrument of death, honed by years of training, experience, and an unrelenting focus on perfection. Every kill, every job, had been about sending a message — a message that nobody could escape death once it had marked them.

  The City of Neon was his domain. It was a pce where darkness ruled, and the light was nothing but a distraction. Here, Adrian made his living. But in this city, a man like him didn’t need money, status, or recognition. All he needed was to be feared. And feared he was.

  The jobs were simple: eliminate the target. But it wasn’t just about pulling the trigger; it was about choosing the weapon, studying the victim, waiting for the perfect moment. Each job, a puzzle. Each death, a carefully orchestrated act. A bullet, a bde, a quiet moment of finality — Adrian was versatile. Cold. Efficient.

  He didn’t ask questions, never got attached. His employers were different; they were the ones with their own motivations, their own schemes. To Adrian, they were just tools — pawns in a rger game that he didn’t care to understand. He didn’t need to. All he needed to know was who, when, and how.

  That was until the night his life changed forever.

  He was on a mission, stalking a target through the dark, rain-soaked streets of the city. The target was a high-ranking political figure, and the pn was straightforward: infiltrate, eliminate, vanish. No drama. No complications. Just a clean kill.

  But as Adrian prepared to take the shot, something happened. His senses fred. A surge of energy, unfamiliar yet undeniable, coursed through him. The air crackled, reality itself seemed to warp, and then... it happened.

  The world around him tore open.

  In an instant, he found himself no longer on the dark, damp streets of the city. He was in a pce of stone walls and golden light.

  A kingdom.