A Smile in the Dark
A faint smile curved his lips.
"So," he said lightly, as if discussing the weather, "how about we take over Fantom City's underworld?"
The words settled into the night like falling ash.
The alley still smelled faintly of smoke and burned leather. Bodies lay scattered behind them, cooling in silence. Lantern light trembled against brick walls, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and listen.
Videl stared at Victor.
Her sapphire eyes widened—not in fear, but disbelief.
"Take over Fantom City's underworld? What do you mean?!" Her voice rose before she could stop it. "Shouldn't we destroy such an evil organization?!"
The anger in her tone wasn't blind rage.
It was wounded justice.
Victor turned to her slowly.
Even now, his posture remained relaxed. Black hair shifting slightly in the breeze, golden eyes steady, unreadable.
Videl took a step forward.
