The city belonged to Elias Vale.
At least, that's what the headlines said.Billionaire. Heir to Vale Enterprises. The man whose name was on half the skyline and in every tabloid. With a glass of vintage champagne in hand and two models arguing over who got to sit closer to him, Elias smiled like a man with no worries.And that was the truth—he had none.He wasn't just rich. He was magnetic. Women adored him. Men envied him. Business bowed to him. He lived in penthouses, traveled in jets, and gambled in Monaco for fun. Life was a game, and Elias Vale always played to win.But behind the curtain of crystal glasses and expensive cologne, something waited.Something watched.—"You're late," Henry, his butler, greeted dryly as Elias stumbled into the penthouse at 3:14 AM. His tie was missing, his shirt half unbuttoned, and his grin lazy."I was networking," Elias replied with a wink, throwing his coat onto the statue in the foyer.Henry sighed and handed him a glass of water. "You've got a board meeting in five hours.""I'll reschedule. They love me.""You pay them to."Elias chuckled, but then, just for a second, his smile faltered.A sharp headache struck—like a flashbang behind his eyes. His hand trembled. He blinked.For a fraction of a second, the room changed. The walls flickered. The chandelier above him morphed into a flickering bulb. And in front of him—blood. A hand. A whisper."Kill or be killed."And then it was gone.Just like that.Elias shook his head and looked at Henry. "Did you see that?""See what, sir?"He stared at the untouched glass of water. Maybe it was the drinks. Or the stress. Or something else entirely."Never mind," Elias muttered, walking toward his bedroom. "Tell the board to push the meeting. I'm tired."As he disappeared down the hall, Henry remained still. His eyes narrowed. His fingers clenched behind his back.Silas...Was waking up.