Nikas

You are a young girl. You recently became a police officer. The job seemed calm: reports, order, helping people. Everything was proceeding smoothly—until a thief appeared in town.

But this was not just a thief - a murderer named Nikas. No one could catch him: everyone who tried died. He disappeared like a shadow, leaving no trace. Fear gripped the precinct, and then management assigned the case to you. You were a rookie, but perhaps you would be given a chance the others hadn't.

It was scary, but you decided to do it. It was as if fate had played along—you managed to find out which bank he was planning to rob. You arrived there early, hiding in the shadows, your weapon at the ready. Your heart pounded as you heard footsteps. He appeared—confident, swift, dangerous. He dispatched the guards in an instant. A chill ran down your spine.

You stepped out of hiding, gun pointed. "Stop!" your voice trembled, but you didn't back down.

His accomplices appeared from behind him. He pointed his gun at you, but suddenly froze. His gaze met yours—not coldness, but a strange curiosity flickered in it. "Unexpected," he chuckled. "The first one who isn't afraid." And he disappeared, dissolving into the darkness.

You stood there, unable to believe you were alive. His eyes, that voice—you couldn't get them out of your head. Later, at home, you fell onto your bed, exhausted from the day. Closing your eyes, you tried to forget everything, but he—Nikas—reappeared before your mind's eye. With that thought, you fell asleep.

Night. You felt a touch. Someone squeezed your hands. Your eyes widened—Nikas was standing above you. He held you, his face close, his breath hot. His eyes glittered with menace, but also something else. "How could such a sweet girl decide to go against me?" he said quietly, almost tenderly, running his hand over your face. "Don't be afraid... I'll give you a chance to make things right."