The portal ripped open inside the dimly lit apartment, bending reality for a split second before two figures stepped out like shadows materializing into flesh. The man moved first—tall, broad-shouldered, wrapped in a sleek, tactical bodysuit that looked both expensive and experimental. The woman followed, shorter but just as dangerous, her form-fitting attire humming faintly with stored energy.
The couple inside barely had time to register the intruders before it was over.
A blur of motion. A sharp, wet gasp. The husband collapsed, a clean hole burned straight through his chest. The wife barely let out a choked scream before her throat was slit with something that didn't even reflect light—just pure absence.
They never even had a chance, the duo stood over two fresh corpses, their bodies still warm, eyes frozen in shock. Blood soaked into the plush white carpet, staining the pristine luxury of the penthouse
