Viktor goes to save Chaus with a little help from his “friends”. The meat locker is freezing and Chaus is hanging by a thread. It’s unlikely they will both make it out alive.

Viktor is finally alone and hidden from the gang—or so he thinks. Someone has come to trade words—rare currency in a city that trades in blood—their language measured, each phrase calculated to cut without spilling. Viktor’s instincts tell him to let them in. His instincts have been wrong before.

Freedom lasts minutes as the cops close in and the city itself turns against Viktor. Every alley leads to another trap, every rooftop another threat. Old allies turn on him, bullets follow, and a flash of red cuts through the chaos. By night’s end, he’s running from everyone, including himself.

Chaus is bruised, Kira’s brave, and Viktor’s in too deep. Between a raid, a sibling’s confession, and a ghost with a conscience, everything he’s built is unraveling. The lines between duty and guilt blur fast, and when the smoke clears, Viktor doesn’t recognize whose side he’s on. When the shooting starts, his mission is the first to bleed out.

The gang wants the truth, Finn wants payback, and Viktor’s running out of lies. Klaus’s strange behavior has everyone watching too closely, and Chaus’s silence doesn’t help. Viktor finally learns the gang’s name—but too late. Finn’s retribution carries old wounds, and the past returns, heavy in Klaus’s hands.

Viktor acclimates to gang life. He finally gets a chance to talk to Chai about the fateful night in the ditch. With a new guard duty job for the gang, Viktor gets impatient until he discovers a room that he can’t get into. When he finally does, he’ll wish he hadn’t.

Viktor, undercover as Dmitri, sinks deeper into the gang’s world. Trust is scarce, and violence is currency. Joseph tests his loyalty with tasks that unsettle Viktor. For the first time, Chai’s voice is no longer in his head, leaving him truly alone. One test leads to an encounter with a kid who sees far too much.

Viktor sets up a murder board in his apartment and reviews the case so far. What starts with coffee and a handful of sticky notes spirals into a wall-sized web of deaths, a missing kid, and one very talkative ghost. From Olivia’s murder to Klaus’s ditchwater demise, Viktor traces the connections with dry commentary and growing dread. Chai’s not in his head anymore, so he’s finally alone—with the truth.

Chai—I mean Klaus has an update

Viktor ditched Klaus. Now he has to tell the gang waiting inside. The storm has passed, but the tempest is just beginning. There's no way he can explain what happened in the alley. The only plan left is to keep lying. Each lie buys another breath. This time, Chai’s whispers won’t be there to save him.