The night had fallen completely over Ryan's Mansion. The entire compound was lit, but the air felt heavy… tense… like something was about to break. Rows of black vehicles lined the driveway, engines off, waiting. Hundreds of armed men stood in formation. Silent. Still. No one spoke. No one even shifted.
Because at the front—Ryan stood. Motionless. His hands resting at his sides. His gaze fixed ahead. Cold. Empty. Dangerous. The kind of silence around him that made men forget how to breathe.
No anger on his face. No shouting. Just stillness. And that was worse.
One of the men—the leader—fina