THE MUSEUM UNDER SIEGE
The British Museum, once a place of history and knowledge, now stood on the brink of chaos.
Alexander Bluestone and his crew had arrived before the storm.
Inside the grand halls, echoing footsteps of security personnel and police officers hurried to follow his orders.
"Evacuate the civilians," Alexander commanded, his sapphire-blue eyes scanning every corridor, every possible point of attack. "No exceptions. Only the director, the police force, and us remain."
His voice carried authority that no one dared to question.
Within minutes, the museum was emptied, save for those prepared to face the unknown.
Then, the world shattered.
THE ARRIVAL OF THE REAPER
A violent explosion ripped through the rooftop.
Shards of glass and debris rained down. Smoke curled into the air as a dark figure descended through the dust—
The Grim Reaper himself.
He landed in the center of the grand hall, a long black coat trailing behind him. His mask, featureless yet menacing, reflected the dim light of the chandeliers. A gun in his hand, steady.
Across from him, Alexander stood firm, unfazed. His own pistol already raised, finger resting on the trigger.
Two legends. One battlefield.
A silence stretched between them.
Then, the Reaper spoke.
"I see you came prepared, Detective Bluestone."
Alexander tilted his head, his smirk ever-present. "Of course. I always come prepared."
The tension was suffocating.
Then—
A gunshot.
THE FIRST SHOT
The Reaper pulled the trigger.
The bullet sliced through the air—
—And struck Alexander's left palm.
Blood splattered onto the marble floor.
Rose's scream pierced through the silence.
"Alexander!"
Yet, he didn't flinch.
He simply looked at his wounded hand. Blood dripped between his fingers, yet his grip on the pistol remained firm.
Then, he smirked.
"A good shot." His voice was calm, unshaken. "But not good enough."
The police forces reacted instantly.
Gunfire erupted.
Bullets rained toward the Grim Reaper—
—But he was fast.
Ducking. Rolling. Moving like a shadow.
Every bullet missed its mark.
The game of death had begun.