C58 Law Enforcers

Several days later, in a dimly lit alley within the Capital of Slaughter, a young man stood amidst a scene of carnage, clutching a round object. The rusty dagger in his grasp, now drenched in dark red blood, glowed with an eerie light.

"Number forty-eight," the youth murmured, lifting his gaze to the purple moon hanging in the ink-black sky