June 20, 2025

This has been pretty dark, hasn’t it? With a merciless group of drug dealers intolerant to disrespect and failure, the young man is in a lot of trouble right now. And the Adomakos are none the wiser. How will this season end? Let’s see… “For nothing is hidden that will not be made manifest…” Izar’s […]

The afternoon sun beat down on the quiet streets as Izar slipped out of the Adomako’s residence, the compound empty with Hector and Lavender gone for a weekend conference in which the lady of the house had a presentation. Dressed in a faded T-shirt and jeans, he shoved his hands in his pockets, his steps

The Saturday morning sun cast a warm glow over the Adomako compound, already at a decent strength at 6:30. Hector stood on the small lawn nearby, dressed in a simple tracksuit, looking ready for his weekly prayer walk: an activity he usually liked to complete within half an hour before returning to make breakfast with

The Toyota RAV4 rolled steadily through the late afternoon streets as Hector and Lavender headed home from work. The familiar sight of traffic laid bare before them, a familiar occurrence in the city after a long day. Hector, as always, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, while Lavender rode shotgun like always, with Pastor

Back in the opulent office of Leo, the supreme leader of 7Katz reclined in a plush leather chair, his tailored suit unbuttoned and a glass of aged whiskey in one hand. Two servants attended to him: one meticulously polishing his shoes, the other massaging his shoulders with practiced precision. The lion’s head carving on the

It was a warm evening in Kumasi, and the streets of the residential areas a few miles away from the underbelly of the industrial area where crime reigned were bare, save for a few workers returning home, and a few red light district ladies starting up early for the night. One of such ladies busily

The brightness of the fluorescent lights in Panthera’s technology lair was a stark contrast to the atmosphere that filled the room. Over fifty men, intelligence forces of 7Katz, had gathered before Panthera and Jabatus. Monitors lined the walls, displaying maps, security footage, and a grainy photo of Izar’s face: his wide eyes and sharp jaw.

Izar trembled as he observed his surroundings. A dark, cavernous room where the damp air reeked of oil and rust, threatening to choke his lungs. His wrists screamed with cutting agony, bound by icy chains that gnawed into his flesh. Attempting to struggle brought more pain than any likelihood of breaking free. “Help! Please! Somebody

The evening sky hung heavy with clouds, casting a dim glow over the deserted industrial street. The two corrupt police officers, Detectives Klah and Abah, walked side by side, their boots scuffing against the cracked pavement. Klah, the taller of the two, held a phone to his ear, his smug grin visible while Abah, the

As the Toyota RAV4 quietly sped along the silent streets, in the backseat, Izar slumped against the upholstery, his chest rising and falling with heavy sighs of relief. His trembling hands wiped at the drying tears on his cheeks, leaving faint streaks of dirt on them. He stared out the window, his mind far from