"You're always like this!" Jason's mom exploded, her voice echoing through the room. "You do nothing for this family, just lounging around, drinking all day! I've had enough!" She threw up her hands in frustration.
Jason's dad didn't flinch, too caught up in his beer to notice the storm brewing around him.
Jason sat between them, his ears plugged with his palms, overwhelmed by the toxic atmosphere. Anger and desperation swirled inside him. "I've had enough!" he burst out, his voice shaking with emotion. "I don't want this life! I don't want this!"
He shoved through the door, escaping the suffocating tension. His mom barely registered his departure, too engrossed in her argument. This wasn't the first time Jason had fled, and she knew he'd be back.
Jason had no plans of going back home. Worn out from constantly running, he sank into the shade of a tall tree, finally letting himself breathe. Just then, a tall, slim woman stepped out from the shadows.
"Well, well... What's a young man like you doing all alone in a place like this?" she asked, voice smooth and teasing.
Jason glanced at her from head to toe, unfazed. "I don't see how that's any of your business."
She chuckled, a low laugh that hinted at danger. "Feisty. I like that. Makes me want to recruit you."
That threw him off. He frowned. "Wait... are you a cop? Did my mom send you? If so, save it-I'm not going back to that house."
Her smile widened, a glint in her eye. "I'm not with your mom. Or the police." She leaned in slightly. "Let's just say... I work in the shadows. I'm a secret agent."
Jason smirked. "Right... and next you'll tell me unicorns are real too."
The woman laughed, clearly entertained. "You've got jokes-I like that. But I'm serious. Come with me, and I'll show you. I can turn you into someone powerful. Someone people respect... maybe even fear."
Jason raised a brow. "Ma'am, with all due respect, you sound like the beginning of every bad decision in a horror movie. You really think I'm just gonna walk off with a stranger in the woods?"
He crossed his arms. "I'm young, not dumb."
The woman finally sighed, turning away. "Alright, have it your way. I'm out. Just don't say I didn't offer you a shot."
Something about her tone hit differently. Jason hesitated, a flicker of doubt creeping in. 'What if this was the one chance he needed?' As she began to walk off, he blurted out-
"Wait!"
She paused, glancing back over her shoulder.
Jason shifted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I... I want to believe you. I really do. You swear you'll keep your word? That everything you said-was real?"
She turned fully now, a confident grin spreading across her face. "Kid, I don't say things I don't mean. I never break a promise."
Without another word, Jason stepped forward. Moments later, he was riding beside the strange woman in a sleek black car, heading into a future he couldn't yet imagine.
The car purred to life as they drove off, the city slowly fading behind them. Jason glanced out the window, his mind racing with questions. He didn't even know her name.
"So..." he began cautiously, "you got a name? Or do I just keep calling you 'mysterious lady in black'?"
She smirked without looking away from the road. "You can call me Raven. That's all you need to know for now."
"Raven, huh? Sounds like someone who's into secrets and trench coats."
She chuckled. "Only one of those is true."
Jason looked around the car-sleek, high-tech. Way too advanced for a regular agent. "Where exactly are we going?"
"To a place where the real world starts," she said. "Where people like you don't just survive... they evolve."
Jason raised a brow. "You make it sound like I'm joining a superhero league or something."
Raven gave him a sideways glance. "Superheroes are fiction. What we deal with is real-messy, dangerous, and nothing like the movies. But if you can handle it... you might just become something greater."
Jason leaned back in the seat, the weight of his decision settling in. Whatever was ahead, he knew there was no turning back now.
Everything Raven said was true-or at least, most of it. She did run a spy agency... but that was just the surface. Beneath the polished offices and high-tech gear lay something far more dangerous: a covert organization that trained assassins-highly skilled operatives hired for missions that governments wouldn't dare admit to.
Inside this shadow network, assassins weren't just agents-they were weapons. Each was ranked based on skill, experience, and control under pressure. The hierarchy was brutal: D-rank at the bottom-rookies barely trusted with a blade. Then C, B, and A-the rising predators. S-rank was elite, deadly and refined. But SS-rank? That was legend. Ghosts in the dark. Killers so precise, some believed they weren't even real.Jason had no idea what he'd signed up for... but he was about to find out.