Noah walked down an alley that cut between old merchant warehouses and broken trade shops, his cloak brushing against puddles.

He had ordered his people to reroute supplies earlier that day.

The Chrome Hearts had been moving quietly by buying, selling, and arming themselves through black market networks that once served noble merchants.

But tonight, something felt off.

He stopped near a rusted door and tapped his knuckle twice against the metal.

The door creaked open, revealing three members of Chrome Hearts.

Lucan, the quiet marksman with a bandaged arm, Mara, the courier, and a young boy named Finn who handled most of the ledgers.

Inside, crates were stacked against the walls, all branded with false merchant symbols.

"Route's been clear until the last turn..."

Mara reported, biting her lip.

"But there's movement.

Three heads keeping distance."

Noah's gaze sharpened.

"They followed you?"

"That's possible...but they knew where to wait."

He exhaled slowly.

"Lucan, take the rooftops.

Finn, lock the rear exit.

Mara...stay behind me."

The air turned heavy again as they waited in the dim glow of a hanging bulb.

Noah's fingers brushed the side of his silver half-mask, always worn low enough to conceal everything but his eyes.

He had spent too many nights like this, waiting for the sound of death's arrival.

And then, it came.

A whistle of wind and a soft clang of metal.

"SIR-!"

Lucan's voice came from above as it was cut short mid-sentence.

Then, the shattering of glass.

Noah's eyes flicked upward just as a body crashed through the roof, blood smearing across the floor.

Lucan had a dagger buried deep in his throat.

"Shit!"

Mara gasped, stumbling backward.

"Stay low."

Noah ordered, already moving.

Three figures dropped into the warehouse through the hole in the roof.

They wore black coats.

The quiet, precise movements of trained assassins.

Their blades glinted faintly in the low light...they were thin and needle-like weapons meant for puncturing arteries, not slashing.

Noah could tell instantly that this weren't freelancers...but infact professionals.

He clutched his cane as it formed into a silver spear stepping forward as one assassin lunged first.

A clash rang out, echoing through the narrow space.

Noah deflected the thrust, twisted his wrist, and slammed his knee into the assassin's ribs.

The man staggered back.

He spun, dodging another blade that cut through his coat's edge.

The second assassin was faster, pressing in with short stabs aimed at Noah's heart.

But he'd fought this rhythm before.

He grabbed the assassin's wrist mid-strike, pulled him forward, and drove his forehead into the man's mask.

The ceramic shattered, revealing a pale, scarred face beneath.

The assassin coughed blood, eyes wide.

Noah drove his spear through his throat.

The third assassin leapt from behind, a curved dagger slicing through the air.

Noah turned just in time, catching the edge of the blade on his own steel, sparks flying.

They locked blades.

Noah pushed forward, their eyes inches apart. The assassin's breathing was calm and almost rehearsed.

"You're no street killer," Noah said.

"Who sent you?"

The assassin only smiled beneath his mask.

"Does it matter?"

Noah's patience broke.

He disarmed the man with a twist and plunged his spear through his chest, letting the body slump against a crate.

Silence returned, heavy and breathless.

Mara crouched near Lucan's corpse, shaking her head.

"He didn't even have time to scream…"

Noah knelt beside the dead assassin and pulled something from the man's pocket.

A small metal emblem, engraved with a crowned lion and two crossed swords.

His jaw tightened.

"Victoria's crest."

Mara froze.

"You mean..."

"The noble households..." Noah said quietly.

"They're paying for blood now."

He turned the insignia over, recognizing the faint etching beneath the lion's paw.

House Redridge, one of the smaller noble families under the Western Parliament.

But that house was known for trade, not war.

Unless someone was laundering gold through them.

Noah's mind raced through the web of syndicates, merchants, and corrupt officials that made up the city's underground.

If Victoria's aristocracy was backing assassins to cut off his routes, then Chrome Hearts had become more than a nuisance... they'd become a threat.

"Burn everything," he said finally.

Mara blinked.

"But...these crates..."

"Burn them."

She hesitated, then nodded.

"Understood."

As she poured oil across the floor, Finn appeared from the rear door, breathless. "Boss...someone's coming.

Dozens of guards actually..."

Noah's eyes narrowed.

"Already?"

"They must've been tracking them."

The first torches appeared down the alley, the light reflecting in puddles.

Noah watched as armored men in red-and-gold uniforms marched closer.

'Victoria's private city guards.'

"Go through the canals," Noah said to the two.

"Take what you can and vanish. I'll draw them away."

Mara's eyes widened.

"You'll die if you stay..."

"I've died before."

His tone was steady.

They fled.

Noah stepped out of the warehouse and into the narrow street, the flicker of torchlight catching on his mask.

The guards slowed when they saw the bodies behind him, weapons drawn.

"Name yourself!"

One shouted.

Noah said nothing.

The silence that followed was louder than any reply could have been.

Then he raised his spear that was still dripping with blood and the first arrow flew.

He moved like water between their ranks, his cloak slicing through the air as steel clashed against steel.

He cut through the line, moving with practiced precision, every movement measured.

His breath was calm, his eyes unblinking.

When the last guard fell, the fire from the warehouse spread, painting the alley in shades of red and gold.

Noah sheathed his sword and stared down at the insignia still clutched in his gloved hand.

The crown lion glimmered faintly in the firelight.

The nobles were done pretending neutrality.

The city would soon eat itself alive...

...and for the first time, Noah realized that was exactly what he needed.

He turned, vanishing into the smoke as the flames rose behind him, erasing every trace of the bodies and the blood.

Tonight, Chrome Hearts had lost one of their own.