King of England

Gun →England's political system?It's just a polished illusion.Parliament, the Prime Minister, all those televised debates — they're just actors on a stage.The real power doesn't wear a suit or sit behind a podium.

This country...is ruled by one man.

They call him the Ivory King.

No one sees him. No one questions him.But every move made in this country — every deal signed, every voice silenced — happens because he allows it.

The police, the press, the black market, even the royals — they all answer to him.He doesn't need an army.He owns the shadows behind the throne.

We didn't come here to fight politicians, Mikey.We came here to strip the crown from a ghost.And when the Ivory King falls...England will finally learn what real power feels like.

Mikey →Then we won't knock on the door.We'll burn the castle from the inside.If the Ivory King controls the shadows…we'll become the darkness he can't command.Let him feel fear.Let him remember what it's like to bleed.

At "The Noctis Fortress"

 — A place where light dares not enter, where shadows reign, and the Ivory King's control is absolute.

The Ivory King →"Bring him forth."

The guards →The man grunts in pain, barely able to lift his head, the weight of his crime hanging over him like a guillotine.

The Ivory King →"You dared defy me... such a foolish mistake. Do you understand the gravity of your actions?"

The Noctis Fortress is thick with dread. The room is dim, lit only by the flickering light of blackened torches on the stone walls. Shadows stretch long across the floor, as if the very darkness itself is alive, waiting. The towering, jagged walls seem to close in on the man, suffocating him with the oppressive weight of the King's presence. The throne itself is crafted from a black, smooth stone that gleams like obsidian, the seat of absolute control. Silent, imposing guards stand in place, their eyes never leaving the prisoner, their weapons glinting with deadly intent. The air smells of iron and something far more dangerous — the sense that everything in this room is a trap, waiting for the moment to snap.>

The man →"I... I... I didn't mean to—"

The Ivory King →"Enough. Your intentions don't matter. You've broken the one rule you should've never forgotten: Never bite the hand that feeds you. And now... you'll pay the price."

The Ivory King →"Let the world know... The Noctis Fortress is where rebellions die."

At The 5 star hotel of London

Gun Park →"The Ivory King isn't just a ruler... he's a beast in a man's skin. He doesn't simply govern — he dominates. His cruelty is as cold as the walls of his fortress. Those who cross him vanish without a trace, and the rest know better than to even think about rebellion."

Mikey →"I've heard the rumors... but seeing it for myself is something else. That man's not just a king, he's a predator. A king doesn't just rule, he owns his people, breaks them if he needs to."

Gun Park →"That's the thing about power, Mikey. The true kind. It's not just about control. It's about fear. He doesn't need an army to crush resistance — the very thought of crossing him sends people to their graves."

Mikey →"Sounds like he's playing a game where no one else is allowed to make a move. But games are meant to be won, and I'm not here to lose."

Gun Park →"Exactly. And we'll show him what it means to challenge the right people. He's built his throne on fear... but fear can be shattered. Let's make him feel something for the first time in years — something other than control."

Mikey →"We'll take it all — his fortress, his control, his fear. We'll break the Ivory King, Gun. His reign ends when we decide."

Gun Park →"The Ivory King's reign ends when we make it end. And when he falls... the world will learn that power isn't about holding a throne. It's about knowing when to take it."

At The Door of The Noctis Fortress

The Noctis Fortress. The air around them was thick with an unsettling stillness, the kind that only existed in places where power held absolute sway. Their boots barely made a sound against the stone floor as they watched the figure approaching from the mist that hung like a shroud across the path.>