Birmingham was no longer the city it used to be.
It had become a battlefield.
Under Grim Reaper's influence, crime had spiraled out of control—robberies, murders, corruption. The once-thriving city was now drowning in chaos, and no one could stop it.
No one except them.
THE ARRIVAL
Alexander and his crew, alongside Mark and his police force, drove into the heart of the storm.
They didn't waste time.
- Armed criminals were taken down.
- Robberies were crushed before they could even begin.
- Gangs that thought they ruled the streets were silenced in a night.
Blood spilled. Bodies dropped.
Everywhere Alexander went, order followed—because fear followed him.
Yet… something was off.
The chaos, the criminals, the violence—it was all too random, too unfocused.
THE MASTER OF BIRMINGHAM
As the last of the major gang leaders lay beaten and handcuffed, Mark leaned against the police car, catching his breath.
"Damn… I think we just cleaned half the city's filth in a day."
Alexander, standing beside him, didn't look satisfied. His sapphire blue eyes glowed under the dim streetlights.
"No." His voice was calm, but cold. "This isn't over. Something's missing."
Mark exhaled. "What do you mean?"
Alexander's eyes swept over the ruined streets—the dead bodies, the fallen criminals, the burning remains of a gang hideout.
Then, with a small smirk, he whispered—
"The mastermind. Someone's pulling the strings behind all this. These pawns are just distractions."
He turned to Mark.
"Let's hunt him down."