The Hidden War Begins

Korir sat in a dimly lit room, the scent of burning incense filling the air. Across from him, Sefu leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Alright, Korir," Sefu began, tapping his fingers on the wooden table. "You passed the test, but now it's time for the real deal. Toma doesn't just take in members—we forge them. You're in, but that means you've got responsibilities now."

Korir crossed his arms. "Responsibilities like what?"

Sefu chuckled. "Missions. Operations. And most importantly, keeping your ass alive. See, Toma ain't just a secret society. We're a force balancing the chaos. We keep the other factions from tipping the scales too far. But right now, things are heating up."

Korir leaned in slightly. "Because of Mombasa Mabas?"

Sefu nodded. "They've been making moves, pushing into territories they shouldn't be. But they're not the only problem. Obsidian Fang has been expanding too. And with Zero joining them…" His smirk widened. "Well, let's just say that things are about to get interesting."

Korir clenched his fists. "So, what's my next move?"

Sefu tossed a small device onto the table—a communicator. "You're heading out. Your mission: track down a rogue ex-Toma member who's been selling secrets. Bring him back alive if you can. If not… well, you know the deal."

Korir picked up the communicator, feeling the weight of his new reality settle in. "Fine. But when do I start?"

Sefu's grin sharpened.

"You already have."

A sudden crash shattered the silence. The door to the room burst open, and three masked figures lunged inside. Korir barely had time to react before Sefu flipped the table, sending it flying into one of the attackers.

"Looks like our guest didn't want to wait around," Sefu muttered, cracking his knuckles.

Korir's body tensed. The air around him flickered—Timeshift activating on instinct.

This wasn't a mission anymore.

It was survival.