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"When you think you know the truth... you'll realize you haven't even begun to understand the lies."

In a world where darkness devours innocence, the journey of "Shadow" begins—a boy of eight who loses everything on a blood-soaked, rainy night. An unknown gang storms his home, slaughtering his parents before his eyes. His life shifts from the warmth of family to the cold embrace of loneliness, left only with scars of the past and unanswered questions. As years pass, Shadow uncovers a truth far more twisted than he imagined, realizing that the shadows of his past conceal dark threads linking his family to the world of organized crime.

Torn between despair and the thirst for vengeance, Shadow embarks on a dangerous path to confront the enigmatic "Bloods Syndicate," the entity that shattered his world. Along the way, he crosses paths with outcasts who, like him, dwell on society’s fringes, forming the Mafia—a group that redefines loyalty and betrayal. Through brutal battles, intricate conspiracies, and internal struggles, his will is tested, and his humanity is pushed to its limits as he searches for meaning in a life lost between revenge and the fear of what lies ahead.

A gripping tale where raw emotions clash with electrifying events, raising profound questions about vengeance, justice, and the steep price we pay to live... or to die.

Mafia (The red eyes)

I decided to return to my parents' house—the place I hadn't visited in eight years—in a desperate search for any clues about that gang.

When I arrived, memories of that fateful day came flooding back as if it had happened just yesterday. It was a nightmare etched in my mind. Standing before the house, I gazed at it, reflecting on the changes that time had wrought.

The house was enclosed by the police's yellow tape. I carefully stepped past it, switched on my flashlight, and pushed open the door. The blood on the floor had long since dried, and nature had begun to reclaim the space—grass sprouted where once life had flourished.

I made my way to my father's study, opened one of his drawers, and sifted through the papers, desperately searching for any clue that could help me avenge my parents. There, I found a photograph of my mother holding me—a tender reminder of how she once dreamed of watching me grow, even as everything had changed.

Among the documents lay a note about my father, hinting that he had joined some kind of group. Before I could read it further, a firm hand landed on my shoulder. Startled, I spun around to find Lord Cromer standing there. Hastily, I slipped the note into my pocket.

"Why are you here, son?" Lord Cromer asked with a smile that failed to reach his eyes.

"Don't you see? There's an investigation underway—look at the yellow tape," I replied.

"I'm sorry, Lord Cromer. I was only taking a look," I stammered.

He glared at me. "You must leave immediately and never return."

Reluctantly, I grabbed my bag and fled the house. I could see Lord Cromer watching me from afar, his gaze heavy with disapproval, before he hurried off to my uncle's place.

Once outside, I pulled the note from my pocket and examined it again. I was stunned.

The paper revealed that my parents had joined a notorious gang known as the Bloods—a group with an 18-year history. It even featured a picture of them wearing red masks and a section listing the gang's officials. However, that part was smeared with water, making it impossible to read.

"I mustn't tell the police anything."

Overwhelmed by confusion and despair, I eventually fell into a restless sleep.

When I woke, my mind was still consumed with thoughts of the Bloods and the mysterious connections my parents had. Were they really involved in this underworld? And could they have been responsible for my own parents' death?

The first spark