The cemetery stretched before me, a field of forgotten stones and weathered monuments bathed in moonlight. Perfect isolation. The wind whispered through dead trees as I dragged Miles Thornton's struggling form deeper into this forsaken place.
"You've lost your mind!" Miles spat, his designer shoes scraping against the dirt path. "Do you have any idea what my family will do to you?"
I tightened my grip on his collar, barely registering his threats. My mind was focused on the opportunity before me – a chance to test the limits of my power.
"Shut up." I shoved him against a crumbling mausoleum wall. "Your voice irritates me."
Fear flashed in his eyes as I bound his wrists with rope. His clothes, worth more than what most people earned in months, were now smeared with dirt and sweat. How quickly the mighty fell.
"Listen to me," he pleaded, his arrogance replaced by desperation. "Whatever they're paying you, my father will double it. Triple it!"
I laughed. "This isn't about money."
