The story begins in a hotel on an island located seventy kilometers away from the country of Fraind. This island is completely off the radar—totally hidden. Towering cliffs surround the entire island, making any access impossible and preventing the construction of a dock. The only way to reach the island is by helicopter.

Inside this natural fortress stands a four-story hotel. Surrounding the hotel are five pentagon-shaped glass gardens, each available for private rental by guests. Inside these gardens roam white deer, often hunted for betting purposes.

Each floor of the hotel serves a specific function:

First floor: Casino and services

Second floor: Guest rooms

Third floor: Staff rest area

Fourth floor: Security division

In a restroom on the third floor, a man with raven-black hair whistles and sings as he urinates.

When he finishes, he calmly activates his earpiece and walkie-talkie. A cruel smirk spreads across his face as he speaks:

Zagh : How are you, beautiful?

A Japanese woman responds over the phone, her voice laced with sharp anger.

Misa: What the fuck were you doing?! Fifteen whole minutes, and you didn't say a word? Then suddenly, you just cut off the connection?!

Zagh (with full confidence, mocking laugh): Relax, babe. I just went to piss. You don't want me pissing myself or getting hard in the middle of a job, do you?

Misa (neck veins bulging, teeth clenched with rage): How exactly were you planning to get hard?

Zagh(calmly, chuckling): Because when your bladder's full, it puts pressure on your balls. That pressure, combined with the lethal surroundings, can trigger sex hormones. Since the pressure's on the balls, and with nervous stress, more hormones get released—and that makes you hard!

Misa couldn't speak for a moment, overwhelmed by anger—not because Zagh was explaining, but because his reasons sounded so damn logical that even if he was lying, it was hard to deny! That was enough to snap Misa's patience completely.

Misa (shouting, furious): Fucking hell! I'm done with your sorry ass! Hope you rot and die in a hole! Dig your own grave right here, you clown!

And with that, she cut off the radio.

Zāgh chuckled under his breath, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

Zāgh:

"Well, looks like this one flew off too!

They always say Japanese women are the symbol of peace and respect—'If you want peace in life, marry a Japanese girl,' right?

Yeah… turns out they've got their share of raging banshees too."

He scratched his head and smirked.

A few moments later, another call came through. This time, the voice was that of a young American man, around twenty-six. His tone was scolding—but laced with concern.

Jin:

"Zāgh… you pissed off another one?"

The moment Zāgh heard Jin's voice, his grin stretched wide with genuine delight.

Zāgh:

"Oh, Jin! Man, is that really you? Thank god, bro! Honestly, no one gets my jokes except you. Only you, man."

Jin (disheartened):

"I know… but could you chill a bit?

You realize, right? At this rate, no hacker is ever gonna take my place.

That was hacker number seventeen who just rage-quit working with you."

While keeping an eye on one of the guards by the door, Zāgh laughed, full of mockery.

Zāgh:

"Bro, they told me Japanese girls are supposed to be calm—not shrieking maniacs with a samurai accent!

You know how many Japanese curse words I've picked up? I talked to her hoping she'd teach me pretty, peaceful stuff.

Come on—like I don't already know enough Iranian and Russian curses?"

He suddenly switched into a high-pitched imitation of Misa, complete with an exaggerated Japanese accent:

Zāgh (mimicking):

"KONOYARŌ! KISAMA! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! HAAAH?! I'LL FUCK THAT HOLE! KISAMAAA!"

Then he dropped back into his usual voice, amused:

Zāgh:

"Man, when she first said kisama, I thought she was saying kiss me."

Jin smacked his forehead with his palm. Jin (internally):

"Jesus fucking Christ…"

At that exact moment, Zāgh moved like lightning—knocked out the guard, dragged him to the side, and grinned.

Zāgh:

"Dude, all bulk, no bite!

Hey, Jin, can you open the staff dressing room for me? That was Misa's job, but I think her brain kinda froze from all this sexiness near the end."

Jin (dry sarcasm):

"I honestly don't know what to say to you anymore…"

The door clicked open with a light beep. Zāgh stepped into the dressing room.

While weaving through the rows of lockers, he called out:

Zāgh:

"So, in this maze within a maze within a maze, which locker am I opening?"

Jin (casually):"One-seventy-four.

By the way… how the hell did things even end up like this?"

He started putting on the uniform. The outfit had embedded identification markers and barcodes that were recognized by security cameras. Forging them was impossible, which meant Zāgh had no choice but to access the real thing directly.

Zāgh:

"You know… we told those two old fuckers, 'Let us handle it ourselves.'

But nah, they just had to poke the hornet's nest!

What can you do? We had to step in—hands-on."

Jin:

"So they pulled the stubborn card again?"

Zāgh (mocking):

"Stubbornness is our thing, man!

But these guys think we don't know shit.

So now? We gotta show 'em just how much we know.

I'm just here to drop a little warning and bounce."

Jin went quiet.

This was going to be the last mission he'd run with Zāgh.

He was getting married…

Jin:

"Zāgh…

You know this is the last mission I can be involved in, right?"

Zāgh paused for a moment.

Then laughed again.

Zāgh:

"My bro's joining the chickens!"

Jin (laughing, almost tearful):

"Thanks, man…"

Zāgh (grinning wickedly):

"So, Jin… what size is your fiancée, huh?"

Jin:

"You son of a bitch!"

Zāgh (mocking):

"Didn't I tell you to send the ninety too?"

Jin (mocking and annoyed):

"What, you want them not to block your way and have that one too?"

Zāgh:

"So you're sending that one as well?"

Jin:

"Zāghhhhhhh, shut the fuck up!" (yelling)

Zāgh expertly put on a face mask that completely changed his appearance, then slipped out of the room. He took a shortcut through the hallways, heading toward the first floor. At the same time, Jin noticed something.

Jin:

"What about the security forces?"

Zāgh (laughing mockingly):

"They're busy, babe."

Suddenly, a loud explosion echoed from the restroom.

Jin:

"Can you not blow something up for once?"

Zāgh (with his usual smirk):

"Nahh!"

Jin:

"Oh God…"

Confident as hell, Zāgh entered the first floor and slinked toward the bar so smoothly that no one noticed. He grabbed a bottle of wine—there had already been some quick coordination beforehand. Zāgh had been invited here, but since he wanted to surprise everyone, he made a hell of a fuss.

He placed the bottle on a tray and then quickly moved toward the garden entrance, alternating his speed to avoid suspicion.

At that moment, a guard stepped in front of him.

Guard:

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Zāgh (acting scared and nervous, stammering):

"There… there's… someone… trying to steal orders and force their way… into the second floor…"

Guard (shouting):

"Whaaat?! Seriously? What did they look like?"

Zāgh:

"A blond… woman!"

The guard immediately grabbed his radio, called for backup, and headed toward the direction Zāgh indicated. The door was left open, and Zāgh quickly changed his expression, muttering mockingly under his breath:

Zāgh:

"Heh, dumbass!"

He slipped inside the garden entrance.

When Zāgh reached the third garden, he saw two special maids, two other people, and four guards standing there. They checked him thoroughly with specialized gear—earplugs and a muzzle. Calm and professional as ever, Zāgh slipped the radio earpiece into the pockets of the maids one by one, then quietly pocketed it himself.

Next, they inspected the wine bottle and confirmed it wasn't poisoned. After that, they strapped the earplugs and muzzle firmly onto his face and finally allowed him into the garden.The large garden was completely covered in snow. About ninety meters ahead stood a luxury gazebo, surrounded by a crowd of male and female servants. Two older men were deep in conversation. One held a rifle, clearly out hunting. The other was lounging on a sofa, rubbing the bare breasts of one maid while another sat on his left thigh.

The man sitting down noticed Zāgh and eyed him intently with a mix of desire and calculation. Sensing the gaze, Zāgh pretended not to notice. As he set the tray of wine beside the seated man's table, he suddenly felt a hand sliding over his buttocks, rubbing it! Zāgh calmly stepped back.

The seated man rose slowly and said, accusingly:

Peter Clafart: "That maid dared to ignore my wishes!"

At that moment, the man who had been hunting turned around, alerted by the commotion.

Joseph Brooksman: "What's going on?"

Zāgh then removed the earplugs and muzzle, followed by the mask concealing his face. The two men stared at him, wide-eyed with shock and fear.

Zāgh: "Hello, O'Rivans! How's it going? Looks like I really livened things up for you."

Frozen in terror, the two men just stared. Zāgh smirked mockingly and continued:

Zāgh: "Not happy to see me? Come on, Peter! When I came through that door, you were definitely checking me out… but whatever! I'm not here for that."

With relaxed confidence and a mocking smile, Zāgh took a seat across from Peter and said with a mix of amusement and disdain:

Zāgh: "So, how's everything? Looks like things are going your way."

He crossed his legs. At that moment, the guards entered the garden, ready to approach, but upon seeing Zāgh's face, they hesitated and backed away, clearly intimidated.

Zāgh glanced briefly at them, and all the guards retreated. Then he turned back to Peter with a teasing yet threatening tone:

Zāgh: "You know… I wanted to surprise you, lighten the mood a bit! That's why I didn't send any warning. Hope you're not too upset."

He finished the last sentence with a clear edge of menace.

Peter, voice trembling and full of fear, asked:

Peter: "What… what are you doing here?"

Zāgh chuckled playfully:

Zāgh: "Me? Here? Oh, you wanna know why I'm here? Honestly, I don't know! Do you?"

He laughed, but the tone was unmistakably threatening as he continued:

Zāgh: "You know, word's it that two rats came crawling into the snake's den. Or better put, two rats want to fatten up on winter food, but they forgot one thing—whether they want it or not, when they come back, there might not be a den left for them! Just thought I'd let you know."

He was still chuckling, but the two men felt nothing but fear and menace. Suddenly, Zāgh's mood shifted.

Zāgh (with a sinister laugh): "You know who sounds the trumpet first when death comes?"

With the same threatening laugh, eyes gleaming with a vivid green light, he locked his gaze on Joseph and said:

Zāgh: "The crow!"

After a brief pause, Zāgh laughed again, stood up, and continued:

Zāgh: "Of course, my dear friends know better than to wander too far off! I was thinking of you, so here I am!"

Standing at 190 centimeters, Zāgh was taller than both men. Calmly, he pulled a knife from beside a nearby basket, approached Peter, and pressed the blade under his throat.

Zāgh (with a cold smile): "You know… I didn't want to do this, but…"

In that instant, he slit Peter's throat. Blood sprayed across his face as he dropped the knife. Peter's body crumpled to the ground.

Zāgh turned with a mocking laugh, looked at Joseph, and said:

Zāgh: "Well, better have an heir, right? Otherwise, it's bad news for you! Haha!"

He added:

Zāgh: "Don't look at me like that! If he hadn't touched my ass, he'd still be breathing! My ass is sacred!"

With that, he turned and headed toward the exit.

Zāgh: "Well, Mr. Joseph, got nothing else to say? Goodbye!"

Flashing a victory sign and winking with his blood-splattered face, he walked away…