THE MIDDLE-CLASS KRATOS
A quiet man. A silent rage. A city that never notices either.
Vidar was named after a god who never spoke, and grew up believing that was all he'd ever be: quiet, average, forgettable. But underneath the silence, something else was always waiting, something that wakes up when the innocent get hurt and doesn't go back to sleep easy.
By day, he's just another middle-class guy grinding through a job that doesn't fit him, chasing a salary that vanishes before it lands. By night, on a street everyone else is too afraid to walk, he becomes something else entirely.
This is a dark thriller about rage, restraint, and what happens when an ordinary man stops holding back.
New chapters posted as they're written.
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