MAKING OF THE SPY
The gym fell silent.
Levi stood still, her chest rising and falling as the echoes of her landing faded away. Something felt off.
She turned again.
The strange man was still there.
Oversized glasses.
A crooked fake moustache… barely holding on.
Watching.
Always watching.
Levi walked toward him.
Slow. Careful.
“You’ve been staring for a while,” she said, her voice calm but sharp. “Got a problem?”
The man didn’t react at first.
Then suddenly—he smiled.
Not normal.
Calculated.
“Impressive moves,” he said casually. “You don’t just train for sport… do you?”
Levi narrowed her eyes.
“What do you want?”
He leaned back slightly, adjusting his slipping moustache.
“What if I told you… you’re wasting your talent here?”
Silence.
Levi crossed her arms.
“I’m not interested.”
She turned to leave.
“Your father wouldn’t say that.”
Her steps froze.
The air changed instantly.
Slowly… Levi turned back.
“What did you just say?”
The man stood up now, removing his glasses.
His eyes were no longer playful.
They were serious. A pause felt to dangerous
“I know what happened to him,” he said quietly.
Levi’s fists clenched.
“You don’t know anything.”
“Oh, but I do,” he replied. “And I know who’s responsible.”
A pause.
Then—
“I can help you find the truth.”
hallways.
Cold walls.
No warmth.
No mercy.
Levi stood in a room filled with strangers—each one silent, focused.
Broken.
Rebuilt.
A voice echoed through the hall.
“This is not training,” the instructor said.
“This is transformation.”
Levi’s eyes didn’t waver.
Training Begins
Running until her legs gave out.
Fighting until her knuckles bled.
Learning to shoot. To lie. To disappear.
To feel nothing.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Every time she fell—
She got back up.
Stronger.
Colder.
Sharper. because there was a reason
Levi – Late Night
She sat alone.
Bruised.
Exhausted.
But awake.
Always awake.
Her fingers tightened.
“I’ll find the truth…” she whispered to herself.
“No matter what it costs.
ON THE OTHER SIDE
Louis sat in
Dark room.
Silent night.
Louis lay still… but his mind wasn’t.
Dreaming.Laughter echoed.
Soft.
Innocent.
A young boy stood in a garden.
Beside him—a little girl.
Bright eyes.
Fearless smile.
Levi.
“You’re too slow!” she laughed, running ahead.
“Wait!” the boy—young Louis—chased after her.
They fell into the grass, laughing.
Carefree.
Happy.
Suddenly—
The sky darkened.
The laughter faded.
The scene glitched… like a broken memory.
The girl turned toward him.
But this time—
Her eyes were different.
Cold.
Distant.
Unfamiliar.
Louis Wakes Up
His eyes snapped open.
Breathing steady… but his expression unreadable.
“Levi…” he murmured softly.
A name he shouldn’t remember.
But did.
He sat up slowly.
A faint smirk appeared.
“So… you’ve finally entered the game.”
To be continued