In a dim, cold room lit only by a flickering ceiling light, a man sat bound tightly to a metal chair, thick anti-break fibers coiled around his wrists, ankles, and chest.
These restraints were strong enough to hold even a trained hero—an unmistakable sign that whoever had tied him up wasn't taking chances.
The silence was broken by the creak of a door slowly swinging open. In stepped a tall, imposing figure draped in a mantle of black feathers that seemed to ripple like smoke with every movement.
His presence was chilling, regal in a twisted way. Raven Spawn had arrived.
Trailing just behind him was Crash, the speedster Ethan had previously clashed with—lean, sharp-eyed, and brimming with untamed energy.
The moment the man tied to the chair, Smole, laid eyes on them, panic lit up in his expression like a flare in the night.
"Boss! You gotta believe me!" Smole screamed, his voice cracking. "I'm not a mole! I would never betray the organization, I swea—"
