Louis' POV
A month had passed, and our plans were working. The leaks had shifted attention, the authorities were chasing ghosts, and our one faithful investor had proven their loyalty. Business was quiet again — on the surface.
But silence doesn't last forever.
It never does.
I was finally heading home, back to Gloria City.
Back to the place where it all started.
Not for peace.
Not for nostalgia.
For carnage — more than anything else.
The city had changed, but I knew its veins still ran red with familiar greed. Every deal, every promise, every handshake came with a blade behind it. I'd built a kingdom from shadows; now I was coming back to remind them who ruled those shadows.
The foreign investors who betrayed us were all over the news — headlines, exposés, televised hearings.
Their empires were burning. Their faces, the new symbols of corruption.
And us?
We were being paraded as saints.
