'I can't catch a break. I can't catch a fucking break.'
That was the only thing echoing in Eli's mind as he stepped out of the sleek black car, legs stiff, palms clammy, eyes dragging upward toward the towering structure before him.
The Hunter Association building.
Cold glass. Steel edges.
The symbol of the most powerful organization on Aerth rising like a monument to his misery.
Eli swallowed hard.
He stood there for a second too long—dazed, exhausted, absolutely done with the universe—before one of the suited men behind him cleared his throat.
"Mr. Elione Noa Ahn. This way."
Right.
'Fantastic. Kidnapped again, but make it formal.'
Eli didn't know why he opened the door of his condo earlier.
He deeply regretted that choice. Because the moment the door swung open, two tall, intimidating men in black suits had filled his doorway like looming shadows.
They didn't threaten him.
They didn't raise their voices.
But the weight of their presence alone said everything.
