Chapter 239 Chapter Two Hundred And Thirty Nine

• Jason Walker never thought silence could feel so loud.
• The cabin was nestled deep in the woods, far from the ruined city skyline that once defined his life. Here, the only thing that pierced the stillness was birdsong, the rustle of wind through pine trees, and the gentle creak of old wooden floorboards when he moved. It had been three months since that final night—the night the city held its breath, and he finally exhaled.
• He poured himself a cup of black coffee, the aroma rich and earthy, steam curling like ghosts above the rim. Outside, the morning mist clung to the grass, wrapping the world in a soft gray cocoon. For the first time in years, Jason had no enemies. No lies to maintain. No one to kill.