CHAPTER 11: THE FALL OF THE INNOCENT

The night was unusually quiet. The city of Lagos, normally buzzing with life, seemed to hold its breath as Ugochukwu paced back and forth in his apartment, trying to suppress the feeling of unease gnawing at him. It had been weeks since he’d started his campaign against the King, and every day, the walls around him seemed to close in tighter. The once vibrant city, now mired in blood and betrayal, felt more like a battleground with each passing moment.

Ugochukwu’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He snatched it up, glancing at the screen. The message was from Adaobi.

“Ugochukwu, where are you? We need to talk. Please.”

His heart sank. Adaobi had been distant lately, but he had chalked it up to the pressure of the situation. They hadn’t spoken much over the last few days, each one becoming more consumed by the dangerous world they were now trapped in. Ugochukwu had been so focused on his revenge, on his hunt for the King, that he had neglected the people who still cared about him.