Danny Wong no longer existed.
At least… not in the way he once had.
He walked the streets like a ghost in his own body, his mind hollow, his heart silent. Faces passed by, voices echoed around him, but none of it felt real.
He couldn't even remember his own mother's name.
Every time he tried to grasp at a memory, it slipped away like smoke between his fingers.
But one thing remained.
A low, constant whisper inside his head.
"You may have forgotten who you were, Danny… but we haven't forgotten what you are."
That night, as the city drowned in heavy fog, Danny found himself standing outside an unfamiliar building.
His feet had brought him here, though he didn't know why.
A towering, gothic structure loomed above him—its stone gargoyles grinning down with cracked teeth, eyes glowing faintly in the mist.
The bronze plaque at the entrance read:
"Fate Exchange – High Table."
He felt his heart—what was left of it—begin to race.
Before he could turn away, the massive iron doors creaked open by themselves.
Inside was a grand hall, filled with beings that should not exist.
Cloaked figures sat in a circle around a blazing, black fire. Their voices blended into one—chanting words in a language no human should understand.
And then, one voice cut through the madness.
"Welcome back, Hunter."
Danny froze.
A tall figure approached from the shadows, his face hidden beneath a silver mask carved into a permanent smile.
"You have forgotten your name, but your purpose remains. The contracts you sealed are still active. And now… it's time for you to hunt for us again."
Danny's fists clenched unconsciously.
He didn't remember the deals.
He didn't remember what he had traded away.
But deep inside, his soul still carried the weight of every sin… and every life lost because of him.
"What… do you want me to hunt?" he managed to ask, his voice flat and unfamiliar.
The silver-masked figure leaned closer.
"Not what, Agent Wong… but who."
A black folder was placed in his hands.
He opened it—and the blood drained from his face.
A photo slid out, curling at the edges.
It was a woman.
Soft features, kind eyes… eyes that seemed painfully familiar despite his broken mind.
Her name was written below in blood-red ink:
"Target: Claire Lin."
And under it, the worst words he could imagine:
"Status: Final Debt Collection – Your Last Wish."
He didn't know who she was.
But his heart broke at the sight of her face.
Somewhere, buried deep in the fragments of his shattered soul… he knew.
She was the last person who had ever truly loved him.
And now, he was the one sent to end her life.
🎬 [End of Chapter 12]