The battlefield was chaos.
Gunfire filled the air, but the Grim Reaper was untouchable.
He moved like a specter, weaving through bullets as if they were nothing. Within seconds, he was among the police officers—
And then, devastation.
One punch. A man crumbled to the ground.
A swift kick. Another officer was sent flying.
A ruthless strike to the throat. Another fell, choking for air.
One by one, the officers collapsed under the sheer force of his assault.
In moments, silence returned.
The only ones left standing—Darmian, Rose, Madison, and the director.
Their hands trembled slightly, but they held their guns firmly, all pointed at the Grim Reaper.
ALEXANDER'S COMMAND
Before they could fire, Alexander's voice cut through the tension.
"Stop."
The command was absolute.
Darmian hesitated. Rose gritted her teeth. Madison glanced at him, uncertain.
Even the Grim Reaper tilted his head, intrigued.
Slowly, Alexander rose to his feet, blood still dripping from his wounded palm. Yet, he stood tall—unshaken, unbroken.
His sapphire-blue eyes locked onto the Reaper's mask.
"You and I," Alexander began, voice calm, "are not so different. We both remove filth from this world, but our methods differ."
The Reaper remained silent.
"You act like an untamed beast. But power without restraint… is just destruction. And destruction alone doesn't create justice."
The Reaper chuckled, a low, amused sound. "Justice? Coming from a man like you?"
Alexander smirked. "Yes. Because I understand something you don't."
A pause.
Then—he pulled the trigger.
BETRAYAL REVEALED
But the bullet wasn't aimed at the Reaper.
The gunshot echoed through the museum—
—And the director collapsed, blood pooling around his chest.
A stunned silence followed.
Rose gasped. Darmian's eyes widened. Madison's grip on his gun tightened.
The Grim Reaper? He laughed.
"Hah… You really are something, Detective Bluestone."
Alexander holstered his gun, expression unchanged.
"The director was guilty," he stated plainly. "Innocent workers disappeared under his orders. And this museum? Full of fake artifacts, with real ones smuggled under his command."
He turned toward the fallen man, eyes cold. "His death was justice."
Darmian exhaled, lowering his gun. Rose clenched her fists, heart pounding.
The Grim Reaper watched, amusement clear in his posture. "You interest me, Alexander." His voice was filled with intrigue. "This won't be our last meeting."
Then—he vanished into the darkness.
AFTERMATH
Five minutes later—
Mark Alberton arrived with his police force. The museum was a graveyard of unconscious officers and one dead director.
He turned to Alexander. "Explain."
Alexander simply adjusted his coat, wiping the blood from his palm.
"I removed another piece of filth from this world."
His sapphire-blue eyes gleamed under the museum lights.