VIELD HERVARD
INTRO They said the forest was empty. Quiet. Safe. They were wrong. No one ever talked about the men who moved inside it—silent, precise, and merciless. A group of ten killers, known only in whispers. No names. No traces. Just disappearances that were never solved. And among them… there was one who stood above the rest. Vield. A man people didn’t survive long enough to describe—except for the few details that somehow always spread before the bodies were found. Tall. Unnaturally tall—198 cm. Black hair, always slightly messy, like he had no time to care. Cold blue eyes that didn’t just look at you… but through you. He came from Russia, but the world had become his hunting ground. No borders. No limits. Just contracts. They said his pay reached nearly 120 million a day. Not because he worked harder. But because he never failed. Never missed. Never let his target escape. To him, killing wasn’t rage. It wasn’t revenge. It was control. Precision. A quiet kind of power. And tonight— For the
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INTRO They said the forest was empty. Quiet. Safe. They were wrong. No one ever talked about the men who moved inside it—silent, precise, and merciless. A group of ten killers, known only in whispers. No names. No traces. Just disappearances that were never solved. And among them… there was one who stood above the rest. Vield. A man people didn’...Read more