Beneath Milk Tower, in the heart of Dream City’s underground bck market, the air was thick with smoke, sweat, and desperation.

  Merchants bartered in hushed tones, dispying their wares—stolen artifacts, exotic goods, rare contraband… and people both young and old.

  Fox, one of Bone’s most trusted underlings, moved through the dimly lit space, methodically inspecting the "merchandise" lined up for sale. His gaze swept over a collection of half-starved men, trembling women, and broken souls, all waiting to be bought like cattle.

  Then, he stopped.

  A young woman sat motionless, her tattered clothes barely clinging to her battered frame.

  Her long, matted hair partially covered her face, but Fox could still see her lifeless, hollow eyes.

  A flicker of recognition crossed his expression. “Jasmin?” he muttered under his breath.

  Without wasting a second, he pulled out his communicator and made the call.

  A heavy door swung open, and the atmosphere in the basement shifted.

  Bone had arrived.

  The air seemed to grow colder, tension thickening as the smugglers and svers stepped back, lowering their gazes.

  He walked in slowly, deliberately, like a man who owned everything he set his eyes on.

  Face twisted into an unsettling grin, his sharp, angur features were partially obscured by the dim lighting. His piercing, manic eyes flickered with both amusement and something unreadable. A deep scar cut across his left cheek, only adding to the sinister air that clung to him.

  The wild mess of dark hair on his head made him look unhinged, unpredictable. But his expensive, custom-tailored suit spoke of absolute control.

  It was embroidered with arcane-like patterns, intricate and mesmerizing—a strange contrast to the air of madness he exuded. A blood-red tie completed the ensemble, standing out like a warning.

  Between two fingers, he held a smoldering cigar, the glowing embers casting eerie shadows on his face. The curling smoke mixed with the stale air of the basement, creating a haze around him.

  Bone took one look at Jasmin.

  His grin widened.

  “Oh? Now where have I seen this one before?”

  Fox opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, one of Bone’s underlings hurried to his side, whispering something into his ear.

  For a brief moment, Bone’s eyes fshed with curiosity.

  Then, with exaggerated surprise, he let out a theatrical gasp.

  “Wolf’s daughter? Is that so?”

  His tone was mocking, pyfully

  Bone sighed dramatically, shaking his head.

  “Oh, Wolf… my dear, dear Wolf.”

  He ran a hand through his hair before turning to his gathered men.

  “So loyal. Did everything I asked of him. Never hesitated. Not even once. Just like a good little pet.”

  He lifted his hands wide in a grand, exaggerated gesture.

  “Hence the name… Wolf.”

  Silence.

  No one ughed. No one cpped.

  Bone held the pose for a second longer, his fingers still spread as if waiting for appuse.

  When it didn’t come, he clicked his tongue in mild disappointment before letting his hands drop.

  His gaze snapped back to Jasmin.

  “Such a shame,” he said, shaking his head with exaggerated sorrow. “Wolf could’ve been my right-hand man.”

  A pause. Then he sighed again. “But, as. Dead men don’t take promotions.”

  Bone touched the corner of his eye, making a show of wiping away an imaginary tear.

  “Tragic, really.”

  Then, his tone shifted.

  His grin turned sharper.

  “And now we have his only daughter.”

  He exhaled, blowing out a slow stream of smoke before stepping closer.

  “Now, Wolf was loyal, but even loyalty doesn’t cancel out debt.”

  Bone shrugged, tilting his head at Jasmin.

  “I was going to track down his wife to settle the bill… but look at that.”

  He spread his arms again, mock delight in his tone.

  “Here comes his daughter, walking right into my hands.

  Bone took a slow drag from his cigar, exhaling a cloud of smoke before clicking his tongue in disapproval.

  His sharp, piercing eyes scanned Jasmin, taking in her torn clothes, bruised skin, and the hollow look in her eyes.

  Then, his expression shifted.

  The grin vanished.

  “Tsk, tsk, tsk…” He shook his head, a scowl forming on his face. “This is bad. No, no, no, this is very bad.”

  His gaze flicked toward Fox.

  “Who brought her here?” His voice had dropped to something dangerous

  Fox hesitated for half a second before motioning to his men. Jax and his gang were dragged into the room.

  The moment Jax id eyes on Bone, his face went pale. His body stiffened.

  Bone stepped forward, looming over Jasmin.

  He sighed dramatically. “You know, Jasmin… I would’ve let you go. Maybe even sent you off to find your mother.”

  Then, his tone darkened.

  “But, as, I already paid for the goods… and that includes you.”

  Jasmin’s breath hitched, but before she could react, Bone turned his attention to Jax.

  His gaze hardened.

  “Tell me, Jax…” Bone took another slow step forward, his polished shoes tapping against the cold stone floor.

  “Why is she in this state?”

  Jax swallowed hard, his body trembling slightly. He opened his mouth but hesitated.

  Bone's smile returned.

  "Come on now," he cooed, "Don't be shy."

  Jax’s lips quivered before he finally blurted out, his voice shaky, “I—I thought you said we should do that to her…”

  Silence.

  The entire room tensed.

  Bone’s eyebrows shot up.

  “What?” he said, his tone exaggerated in surprise.

  Jax nodded rapidly, sweating bullets. “Y-you said to rough her up!”

  Bone tilted his head.

  “Rough her up?” He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as if he’d just heard the most ridiculous thing.

  Then, in a single instant, the humor drained from his face.

  His eyes went cold.

  “I said rough her up.” His voice was eerily calm. “Not leave her like this.”

  Jax’s knees buckled.

  Bone turned to Fox. “I may be a businessman, but even I have limits.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Take them away.”

  Jax’s eyes went wide.

  “N-no! Please! Give me another chance!”

  He dropped to his knees, hands csped together as he begged.

  His men did the same, their voices rising in desperate pleas.

  Bone simply sighed.

  “No, no, no… my dear Jax.” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “Not to my Wolf’s daughter.”

  With a flick of his wrist, his men dragged Jax and his gang away, their screams echoing through the chamber.

  Bone watched them go, then turned back to Jasmin.

  He crouched slightly, bringing himself to her level.

  His grin was back.

  "There, there," he said, patting her head gently. "I have avenged you, dear. Don't worry… all will be fine."

  Bone dusted off his suit, exhaling another slow breath of cigar smoke as he turned to his underlings.

  "Now that we've settled that little… inconvenience," he drawled, his sharp eyes scanning the room, "what's next on the menu?"

  The moment he said it, an underling rushed out of the elevator, panting heavily as he hurried to Bone’s side.

  Leaning in, he whispered something in Bone’s ear.

  A flicker of amusement passed through Bone’s expression.

  “Oh?” He tilted his head, tapping the ash off his cigar. “You captured them? Well, now…”

  His lips stretched into a grin.

  “That is wonderful news. Where are they?”

  The underling motioned toward the elevator.

  Bone gave a slow, satisfied nod before stepping inside. The doors slid shut behind him, and the soft hum of the lift filled the silence as they ascended.

  The elevator stopped.

  The doors slid open, revealing a dimly lit room on one of the tower’s upper floors.

  Five figures sat before him, bound to chairs.

  Some of them gred at him. Others kept their heads low.

  Bone took a step forward, inhaling deeply before exhaling through his nose, his grin widening.

  "Ohh, my dear mystery gang…" He spread his arms as if greeting old friends.

  "We meet again."

  Bone image description

  Bone has a face that is equal parts terrifying and captivating. His sharp, angur features are accentuated by deep shadows, giving him a skeletal, almost predatory look. His piercing eyes burn with a mix of cold calcution and chaotic madness, making it impossible to predict his next move. His wild, unkempt hair adds to his unpredictable aura. A sinister grin stretches across his face, revealing gold teeth, as if he’s constantly amused by the violence and power he wields. he is mostly draped in a high-end, custom-tailored suit, Bone blends elegance with menace. The suit is jet bck with subtle silver embroidery resembling bones and cryptic symbols, hinting at both wealth and something darker. His deep red tie stands out—a stark contrast, as if symbolizing the blood he has spilled. A thick, fur-lined overcoat slouches over his shoulders, adding a regal but ruthless edge to his presence. In one hand, Bone casually twirls a cigar, the smoke curling around him like a ghostly presence. In the other, he grips an ornate cane topped with a silver skull, its hollow eyes gleaming in the dim light. Some say the cane hides a bde, while others cim it has crushed more skulls than any weapon ever should. His fingers are adorned with heavy rings—some family heirlooms, others trophies from rivals who underestimated him.

  Bone is more than a crime boss—he is a force of nature. He thrives in chaos, bends fear to his will, and controls an empire through sheer unpredictability. His every move is deliberate, yet his madness keeps everyone guessing. He isn’t just dangerous—he is danger, wrapped in a sharp suit and a twisted grin.