Peter crossed through the portal without knowing what he'd find on the other side. What appeared before him was a dark, suffocating labyrinth of damp, shadowy walls. Each step echoed as if he were walking inside a nightmare. That place wasn't meant for humans—it was a prison for lost souls, captives of the Masked One's cruelty.
In the midst of that horror, he found a young woman. She had short hair, broken nails, and a wounded body covered in blood. She was naked, trembling, as if time itself had frozen around her. Peter froze. The scene was too brutal even for someone accustomed to the spirit world. He tried to stay calm.
"Namie..." he murmured, believing for a moment that it might be her.
But it wasn't.
Before he could move on, he came upon another body. A tortured woman, alive but on the brink of death. She looked at him with tear-filled eyes and whispered in a feeble voice:
"Please… help me? I've lost everything that mattered to me… I don't know if I'll survive. Mister, promise me one thing?"
Peter knelt beside her, gently holding her hand:
"I promise. I'll rescue all of you. I'll take you to the hospital… and I want to see you alive."
She cried, with one last sigh of hope:
"Then… hunt down the religious Masked One… for us…"
Peter stood, resolute. But he'd barely taken two steps when he was surrounded by the Masked One's demons. Deformed creatures that seemed made of pain and hatred. Without hesitation, he drew his anti-demon pistols and opened fire. Spiritual lights tore through the darkness as Peter fought with everything he had. He knew he couldn't fail.
He managed to defeat the largest of the demons and then ran. He found Namie, collapsed, bloodied, with short hair and a wounded body. He held her in his arms, desperate:
"Why… why did you do all this for me?"
She smiled, even through tears and pain.
Peter shouted, calling for help, and dialed Akihiko for backup. The spiritual police arrived just in time to rescue the women. The Masked One, however, escaped once again. Even so, Peter knew he had saved lives—but the pain still burned in his chest.
A few days later, he visited Namie and the other young woman in the hospital. He sat beside them in silence. The weight of the mission seemed to crush him. Inside, his doubts grew:
"Should I give up? Or do I need to keep going and end that Masked One, no matter the cost?"
That night, on his way home, Peter locked himself in his room. He cried. He thought. He felt powerless.
Until, like a whisper from the past, he heard his uncle's voice:
"Germany is in your hands, Peter."
The words echoed like a bell in his mind.
He fell asleep.
And dreamed.
In the dream, his father appeared. With a firm gaze, he said:
"You're a disgrace. Why did you seek revenge for us? Deep down, you're just a human trying to justify your vengeance. The path is long, Peter, but you must understand that we're okay now, and you need to accept that your purpose is to be a good man."
But the flame inside Peter began to burn again.
Peter woke up startled, the echo of the dream still alive in his mind. His father's face, the words about accepting or not accepting revenge… it was as if destiny was knocking at the door. Without wasting time, he grabbed his motorcycle key, put on his jacket, and headed to the hospital. As he sped through the wet, silent streets, he murmured to himself:
"I'm not giving up on hunting that rotten man… the Masked One. Even if I have to face all those corrupt elite leaders… I'll reclaim the Germany that was once joyful and free. And I'll find out who's behind it all."
Arriving at the hospital, he raced up the floors to the recovery ward. There, he found Namie sitting in an armchair, hooked to an IV, covered in bandages, but alive. Beside her, other wounded women were also being treated. The young woman who had begged for help could already smile lightly.
Peter took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the pain replaced by a breath of hope. He approached Namie with a small bouquet of flowers in hand.
"I brought these for you," he said with a tired but genuine smile. "Good luck with your recovery. I still need you strong… to remind me why I shouldn't give up."
Namie took the flowers with trembling hands and returned the smile. It was a silent moment, but full of meaning.
Before leaving, Peter glanced at the room one last time. The Masked One's victims were alive. And that was a victory.
Back on the street, with the wind cutting his face on the motorcycle, he murmured softly:
"I don't know what to say… but in time… I'll do better things for this city. For Germany."
Meanwhile, in some hidden place, deep in a corrupted temple, the Masked One gathered his followers. His voice was cold and ominous:
"Kill his uncles. His aunt. His cousins. Wipe them all out. He needs to feel the weight of loss again…"
The henchmen nodded in silence. The Masked One, his eyes hidden behind the ornate mask, clenched his fists in fury and shouted:
"This church will be worldwide! I'll expand my spiritual empire! And that boy… that Peter… dares to face me right here in Germany?! He'll pay dearly!"
Back at the agency, Peter entered with quick steps. He found Akihiko typing reports on the computer.
"So? Any leads on the Masked One?"
Akihiko shook his head no.
"No sign yet. We're tracking rituals, movements, but everything's still shrouded…"
Peter exploded:
"You need to find something! My uncle, my aunt, my cousins… they're in danger! That monster killed my parents right in front of me… I won't let him destroy the rest of my family!"
Akihiko stood up, facing Peter seriously.
"I understand, Peter. And I'm with you on this. If this Masked One declares war… we'll hunt him down. But we need strategy."
Peter took a deep breath, trying to contain his rage and despair.
"Then… do it. Pursue his henchmen. Interrogate everyone. I'm going straight for the Masked One. Even if I have to break him apart—there are lives lost and nearly dead because of him.
In Pursuit of the Masked One
Peter sped along Germany's roads on his motorcycle, slicing through the wind with eyes fixed on the horizon. Destination? Berlin. The city where he believed the Masked One might be hiding. His heart pounded—not just from the speed, but from the contained fury and thirst for justice. He wasn't just after a criminal. He was after the monster destroying everything he loved.
Meanwhile, at a school in the capital, a red-haired girl played in the courtyard with a classmate. The play quickly turned into an argument.
"You really think you can date Kai?" the classmate said sarcastically. "Religious leaders like you don't deserve an innocent boy like him!"
The words cut like a blade. The girl clenched her fists and, without thinking, punched her classmate. Then, she discreetly pulled a small vial hidden in her jacket pocket. She squeezed it.
Pssshhhht.
A dark, dense gas escaped, hitting the classmate's eyes, who began screaming in burning pain.
"In case you forgot, I have a name! It's Julie Brosnan!" she shouted, her eyes flaming with hate.
Minutes later, Julie sat in front of the school principal. The atmosphere was tense. The principal trembled. Suddenly, the door opened.
"What did she do now?" a grave voice said.
William, the masked man, was there—without his mask, but with the same icy gaze. The principal took a deep breath, trying to keep composure.
"Your daughter… used some kind of gas… she called it 'demon gas.' That's a weapon, Mr. William. Did you create it for her?"
"Yes," he answered without hesitation. "And I warn you: anyone who speaks ill of my image… will taste this gas too."
The principal, sweating coldly, swallowed hard.
"Are you happy to know your daughter has been expelled?"
William smirked, an ironic and threatening smile.
"Are you crazy enough to try the demon gas too?"
"No…" the principal murmured, backing away.
William left the room with a low laugh, leading Julie to the car. The gas smoke still lingered in the hallway. He started the engine and drove calmly through Berlin's streets. But the calm didn't last long.
Peter appeared.
He spotted the Masked One's car with a girl inside. He didn't know she was his daughter. His instinct made him think she was another victim. He gunned the motorcycle, trying to catch the vehicle.
The streets were blocked in some parts. The chase became intense. Peter swerved around cars, jumped curbs, risked dangerous turns. William noticed and floored it. Julie looked back and saw the motorcycle closing in at high speed.
"Dad… who's that?"
"A problem," William replied, yanking the wheel brutally.
As the chase unfolded, Akihiko was elsewhere in the city trying to stop an announced attack… but it was too late.
The apartment where Peter's uncle, aunt, and cousins lived exploded.
The news reached Peter during the pursuit. He answered his phone on speaker. Akihiko's voice trembled:
"Peter… I failed. The apartment exploded."
Peter braked hard. The world stopped for a second.
"No… no…" he murmured.
"Listen… there's good news: your cousins are okay. They were at school. But your uncle and aunt are in the hospital."
Peter didn't respond. He just hung up, turned the motorcycle, and sped toward the hospital. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes, but he held them back. He needed to be strong… for them.
At the hospital, the corridors were silent. Peter found the room where his uncle and aunt were admitted, gravely injured. He saw them through the glass—intubated, fighting for life.
Peter stood in the hospital corridor, eyes fixed on the ICU glass. Inside, his uncle and aunt lay motionless, intubated, surrounded by machines whispering their silent fight for life.
He tried to be strong.
But he couldn't.
Tears came like an avalanche, and he fell to his knees, holding himself as if trying to keep his heart from shattering completely.
Then, something strange happened. In the midst of the silence, he heard… voices.
In his mind, it was something spiritual. But clear.
"Peter… remember when we said Germany is in your hands?"
He stood slowly, face still wet. He murmured:
"Yes… I remember."
"Then go. Go after him. Go after the Masked One. Leave us here. We believe in you. We want to see you become Germany's hero."
Peter closed his eyes, clenched his fists. Took a deep breath. This wasn't just about revenge. It was about redemption. About freeing a country carrying too many scars… and too little hope.
He left the hospital in silence, mounted his motorcycle, and went straight home. He didn't sleep. Didn't eat. He just thought, wrote, drew connections on the living room board with photos, clippings, and red lines. It was time to investigate, to do what no one else was: hunt the Masked One's henchmen.
He called Akihiko.
"Akihiko. I'm going after his henchmen. Give me any lead, anything that's come up!"
The response on the other end was surprising.
"Peter… we got him."
"What?!"
"The Masked One. William Brosnan. He's in prison. And the girl with him, the one from the school… that was his daughter. Julie Brosnan. She's detained too. She blinded a classmate with that 'demon gas.'"
Peter was speechless for a few seconds. The weight of that revelation pushed him even deeper into the reality of his mission.
"I… need to see it with my own eyes."
He put on his black overcoat and left. The motorcycle roared like a hungry wolf, tearing through the city streets to the central precinct.
Upon arrival, the guards recognized him. He showed his agency badge and was cleared.
The prison lights were cold. The smell of metal, concrete, and silence made the air heavier. A cop led him to the cell.
And there, behind the bars, was William Brosnan—the man who destroyed his family, who manipulated demons, who weaponized faith.
But what bothered Peter most… was his serene gaze. As if he still had everything under control.
The cell was dark, with only a cold light hanging from the ceiling, swaying slightly like a pendulum of death. William Brosnan, the Religious Masked One, sat at the table, handcuffed, eyes half-closed as if bored.
Peter entered the room. Slammed the door shut. The echo made the masked man raise an eyebrow ironically.
"Well, well… if it isn't Peter Schmidt. The 'boy of Germany' finally decides to face the demon who made him?"
Peter didn't respond right away. He sat down. Stared at the man for a few seconds. Then said flatly:
"Where are your henchmen?"
William laughed. A thin, disturbing laugh.
"Stuttgart. But they might be elsewhere now… maybe at your house, maybe at your cousins' school… who knows?"
Peter didn't move. His eyes burned.
"Why, William? Why this church? Why destroy so many lives?"
The masked man leaned forward, eyes gleaming.
"Oh, Peter Schmidt, you're scared," he said, mocking the family name. "You really have no idea, do you? Want to know why the church? I'll tell you: I created this church to unmask the German people. Not to wander neighboring countries like a stupid missionary."
Peter slammed the table hard but stayed composed.
"You're a psychopath. Nothing you say changes what you are."
William smirked scornfully.
"Pure artificiality, Peter. You're predictable. I never took my church to South, North, or Central America. And do you know why?"
Peter growled in anger:
"Because you hate Germany. You have something against this country. And you know what I think? You just want to brainwash the German people… turn them into slaves of your rotten, twisted, disgusting ideology."
The masked man fell silent for a moment. Then murmured:
"What do you mean 'against the country'?"
Peter leaned in, eyes truly burning.
"You have resentment. You want to destroy whatever dignity is left after World War II. You want to sabotage any chance of redemption this people still carries. That's why, yes… you're a stupid psychopath. And you know what's worse? That saying Germans repeat for generations: 'The United States hates Germany because of old grudges.'"
William's face paled. Behind the fallen mask, there was fury. But he didn't react. He just murmured:
"So you knew my plan from the start… even after I killed your parents… and you're still standing."
Peter leaned forward, staring at him like a shadow growing at the end of the light.
"Yes. Because unlike you, I believe in what Germany can be. And now tell me… where are your other henchmen? The rest. The ones not in Stuttgart."
William looked up and laughed again.
"In Stuttgart, I said? (shouting)"
The cold wind of Stuttgart cut Peter's face as he rode his motorcycle through the dark streets of the city. The engine's roar echoed like an omen. He knew where he was going—the same place where Namie had been tortured years ago. But now he wasn't alone.
Namie appeared at his side, determined. Freshly trimmed hair, resolute gaze. She wore the Spiritual Team tactical uniform proudly. After everything she'd been through, she was ready to fight back.
"Ready?" Peter asked, eyes on the road.
"Since I woke up from that hell," she replied.
When they reached the old facility, the air grew thicker. The silence was heavy. Echoes of the past haunted the place, but Peter and Namie didn't hesitate. They entered.
Inside, William Brosnan's henchmen were back. Armed with demonic weapons, hooded, waiting.
The battle was brutal.
Peter faced the men with his spiritual pistol and a new weapon consecrated against underworld forces. Blue flames danced with every shot, burning the corruption that had taken those bodies.
Namie, meanwhile, clashed with one of the henchwomen who had tortured her. The fight was personal, violent, and cathartic. Each of Namie's strikes carried the strength of the screams she couldn't utter in the past. In the end, she dropped to her knees, but victorious.
Outside, the sky cracked open. Black portals appeared, and the demons began leaving Earth. They were fleeing… to another planet.
Peter and Namie ran to the top of one of the buildings and watched, shocked, as the dark legion crossed the portals toward what would later be known as Earth 2.
Peter clenched his fists.
"They'll keep going… if we don't follow."
Namie, beside him, took a deep breath.
"Then let the next mission begin.
4 months later…
Earth was at peace… for now.
William's henchmen were captured, tried, and imprisoned. The world learned the truth hidden behind that cult. Spiritual records surfaced. Peter Schmidt's name became respected among spiritual investigators worldwide.
He was now Captain of Team Two, one of the main interplanetary defense squads.
Namie, now 19 with long hair again, became a symbol of courage. In a historic testimony, she recounted the horrors she endured and publicly revealed William Brosnan's plan and demonic experiments.
"I don't want revenge. I want no other girl to go through what I did," she said before the international spiritual chamber.
But the demons were alive… and now on another world.
Earth 2.
And they knew they wouldn't be safe for long.
Peter, Namie, and other teams gathered at the new World Spiritual Center, preparing for the most dangerous journey they'd ever faced.
The mission was clear: protect the new Earth… and prevent hell from starting over.
"This is our duty. This is our faith," Peter said, looking at the sky before boarding for the next battle.
End of Chapter 3.