THE total eclipsed heart

Hinojosa Judasama walks the streets once more, each step heavy with the weight of loss and vengeance. His heart beats with the memory of Sayo's suffering, the betrayal of his comrades, and the death of his parents. But now, he is different—more powerful, more dangerous. His destination is clear: *The Deck's Base.*

As he approaches the hideout, cloaked in shadows, Hinojosa notices something unusual. The once-hidden stronghold is now teeming with activity. Criminals from every corner of the country have gathered, standing beneath a grand podium, awaiting a declaration that will change everything.

"They're uniting," whispers a voice from the shadows. Hinojosa turns to see an old comrade, one of the few who remained loyal.

"Every criminal in the country is joining forces under Ace's leadership. If this alliance forms, no one will be able to stop them."

Before Hinojosa can respond, a sharp voice cuts through the air.

"It's Hinojosa! The traitor!" someone shouts from the crowd. "A million dollars to whoever brings him in—dead or alive!"

The crowd stirs, eyes locking on him. Then, a familiar figure steps forward—King, Ace's ruthless right-hand man. His sneer is cold and venomous.

"Hinojosa," King growls, "you'll suffer worse than Sayo ever did."

The mention of Sayo ignites a fire within Hinojosa. His eyes narrow, his fists clench. A gunshot rings out, but before the bullet can reach him, his loyal comrade leaps in front, taking the hit.

As his comrade falls, gasping for breath, Hinojosa kneels beside him. For a moment, time seems to freeze. He realizes something—he hasn't lost everything. There are still those who believe in him.

Rage and power surge through him. In the blink of an eye, Hinojosa vanishes from sight, reappearing before King with supernatural speed. Gasps echo through the crowd as he grips King's neck with a single hand, lifting him effortlessly off the ground.

King struggles, his face contorted in fear and pain, but Hinojosa's grip is unyielding.

"Where is Ace?" Hinojosa demands, his voice cold and steady.

King gasps for air, but no words escape him. With chilling calm, Hinojosa tightens his grip. Moments later, King's body goes limp, and Hinojosa lets him fall to the ground like a broken puppet.

He turns to the crowd, his voice echoing with a deadly promise.

"Bring me Ace… or everyone here dies."

The room falls silent. Fear ripples through the gathered criminals, each one frozen in place. Then, a figure emerges from the shadows. He walks with a commanding presence, his aura alone instilling fear.

"I am Ace," the man declares, a smirk playing on his lips. "You've returned, Hinojosa."

Hinojosa's gaze locks onto him, cold and unforgiving.

"No," he says quietly, but with the force of a storm. "You had your chance… and you wasted it."

Before Ace can react, Hinojosa moves—faster than the eye can follow. In a single, fluid motion, he dispatches Ace's imposter, slicing through him with bare hands. The imposter crumples to the ground, lifeless.

Panic erupts. The hideout descends into chaos as Hinojosa unleashes his fury. He moves like a phantom, cutting through the criminals with terrifying precision. One by one, they fall—each strike swift, each movement deadly.

The walls are painted red with blood. Limbs are severed, bodies broken. The once-mighty criminals—some of the strongest in the country—are powerless against him.

With a single punch, Hinojosa shatters a concrete wall, revealing a hidden chamber. Inside, Ace sits, calmly watching the carnage unfold.

Ace's eyes meet Hinojosa's. He smirks.

"Since when did you know I was here?" Ace asks, his tone amused.

Hinojosa steps forward, his eyes burning with cold fury.

"Since the day you were in your mother's womb," he replies, his voice like ice.

Without hesitation, Hinojosa grabs a ceremonial sword displayed on the wall. In one swift motion, he beheads Ace. The leader of The Deck falls, his reign of terror ending in an instant.

But Hinojosa doesn't stop. The massacre continues until the hideout is silent. By the time the sun rises at 5 a.m., the once-bustling base is a graveyard. Severed heads, lifeless bodies, and a vast pool of blood cover the floor.

Over 100,000 criminals—the most dangerous in the country—lie dead.

The police arrive, their faces pale with shock and horror. They stand frozen, unable to comprehend the brutality before them. Amidst the carnage, they find one survivor, barely clinging to life.

"Who… who did this?" an officer asks, his voice trembling.

With his last breath, the man whispers, "Hinojosa…" and succumbs to the darkness.

The incident is so horrifying, so unprecedented, that the government imposes a complete media blackout. No news channels, no newspapers—no one is allowed to speak of that night.

It becomes a forbidden story, whispered only in fear, remembered as *The Night of Blood.*