It was Monday, sharp at 10 in the morning. The weather was cold, and a man wearing a mask was asking for directions to a certain school.
Meanwhile, a group of gang members were lighting cigarettes in a narrow alley.
Suddenly, the sound of police sirens echoed through the street.
"Hey! You teenagers in school uniforms, wait right there!" shouted a police officer, running toward them.
"Guys, run! We don't wanna get detained again!" yelled one of the gang members.
As they took a sharp turn into another street, they accidentally crashed into a man.
"I smell cigarettes… wait, are the police chasing you?" said the man calmly.
The one they hit was a veterinary doctor, but something about him felt off — he was too calm.
Two of the gang members tried to hit him, but the doctor easily dodged their punches. Instead of striking back, he kicked their calves sharply, making them fall to their knees.
The others froze — no one expected a doctor to move like that. In panic, they abandoned their fallen friends and ran off.
The police finally arrived and caught the two students on the ground, but the doctor had already disappeared.
He slipped inside a nearby bakery, hiding behind the counter. As he caught his breath, he saw some students outside and thought of Taarush, hoping that boy was doing fine.
But Taarush, at that very moment, was on his way to use the Black Wing Coin — an entry pass to the school's underground fighting arena known as the Devil Place.
It was where people bet money on fights. The room was dark except for a single spotlight shining over the ring.
As Taarush stepped inside, a man dressed completely in red, the Manager, approached him.
"How did you find this place?" the manager asked.
"There's someone who has access to information," Taarush replied.
Both gave awkward laughs, unsure how to continue the conversation.
"Give me the Devil Coin," said the manager. "That's your entry ticket to the match."
Taarush was stunned but handed over the coin.
Beep… Beep… Beep.
Ram's phone rang continuously. Half-asleep, he answered, only to hear a warning.
"There's a strange man wearing a mask," said the voice.
Ram instantly understood what that meant. He called Lord right away.
"Someone suspicious just came," Ram said.
"Noted," replied Lord calmly.
The masked man had already entered the school premises and was standing face-to-face with Lord.
"What brings you here?" asked Lord.
"I thought you'd already know," replied the masked man.
Behind them, a TV was broadcasting the live fight from the Devil Place — and there, in the ring, was Taarush.
"Why's the weak one fighting the strong?" asked Lord, narrowing his eyes at the screen.
When he realized who the fighter was, his tone changed.
"What's going on? How did he get into the ring?" Lord demanded.
He immediately called the manager of the Devil Place, who explained everything.
"The masked man convinced Taarush to enter the match," said the manager nervously.
Lord stared at the screen, silent.
Something had begun — a game much darker than anyone realized.
And that day, the real game finally began.