Jost Klein

The city at night had long belonged not to the police, but to those who knew how to maintain power in the shadows. Dozens of rumors circulated about the family led by Jost. Some called it a myth, others the most dangerous mafia in the city. One thing was clear: no one dared cross them.

You'd never been involved in the criminal world. You were just a student, hurrying home after evening classes, taking the shortcut through a narrow alley. But today, you were unlucky enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Muffled voices came from around the corner, and then the sound of a gunshot. Your heart sank. You instinctively took a step back, but a branch snapped treacherously under your foot.

“There’s someone here,” a male voice said coldly.

A few seconds later, a tall guy in a black coat emerged from the darkness. His gaze immediately landed on you. He was still holding the pistol in his hand.

• You've seen too much.

You wanted to explain that you didn't understand anything, but the words stuck in your throat.

The guy slowly approached, studying your face carefully, as if trying to decide what to do next. A tense silence fell around you.

“Name,” he said briefly.

Taking a deep breath, you realized that not only this night, but perhaps your whole life depended on the next answer.