"Though an army encamp against me, my heart shall not fear; though war rises against me, still I will trust."
— Psalm 27:3
Part I – The Silent Entry
It was 3:00 a.m.
The mansion stood atop a hill, surrounded by black trees and thick fog. Faint lights glowed behind carved glass windows. Inside, laughter, cigars, and expensive drinks filled the air.
It was the private residence of Victor Kaine , one of the most powerful leaders in the local mafia. A man who had funded murders, corruption, and betrayal. And tonight… he would be judged.
Samuel Book arrived on foot, moving between the bushes, dressed in black, his hood shadowing his face. In his left hand, he carried the Bible. In the right, a small but sharp blade.
He wasn't in a hurry.
He knew no one would leave alive.
He vaulted over the back fence with precise movements, like a hunter stalking his prey. He entered through a side window that led to the library. It was empty. Or so he thought.
A large man appeared from the shadows, knife in hand.
"Who the hell are you?"
Samuel didn't answer.
He moved fast. Grabbed the man's arm, twisted his wrist, and drove the blade into his throat. The body fell without a sound.
Samuel wiped the blood on his jacket sleeve.
"Confess Jesus Christ… and die in peace," he whispered over the corpse.
Part II – The Hunt Begins
One by one, the men began to fall.
A second guard was found beside the piano. Samuel used a silk rope to strangle him while a sad melody played.
A third was discovered face-down in the indoor pool. Samuel drowned him with his own hands, whispering softly:
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want."
A fourth lay in the bathroom, a golden statue embedded in his skull. He died without seeing the blow coming.
And the fifth…
Was the first to scream.
He ran through the halls, alerting the others.
"We're under attack!"
But it was already too late.
Part III – The King on His Throne
In the main hall, Victor Kaine sat in a leather chair, drinking whiskey alone. Around him, five personal guards. All tall. Strong. Armed.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked.
One of the guards went to investigate. He never came back.
Kaine clenched his fists.
"If someone got in here… they're dead."
Just then, the door creaked open slowly.
Samuel stepped inside.
Total silence.
The five guards raised their weapons.
"You're done," one growled.
Samuel closed the door behind him. Took a deep breath. Looked at Kaine.
"Ten years ago," he said, "you ordered the killing of a Christian family. Father, mother, two sons. All because that man dared to preach against you."
Kaine stared at him.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Liar," Samuel replied. "I do. Because I'm the only one who survived."
Tension crackled in the air.
"Confess Jesus Christ as your Savior," Samuel ordered. "Before it's too late."
Kaine laughed.
"And what army do you have, preacher?"
Samuel lifted his gaze. His voice echoed like sacred thunder:
"Though an army encamp against me, my heart shall not fear."
Then he lunged forward.
Part IV – The Final Battle
The first fight was with the guard on the left. Samuel dodged, grabbed his arm, threw him to the ground, and smashed a wine bottle against his skull.
The second tried to fire, but Samuel caught his wrist and slammed him into a glass table. The crunch was brutal.
The third attacked from behind, but Samuel threw him against the wall with an ancient combat hold.
The fourth and fifth charged together.
Samuel met them like a blessed warrior.
He used a chair. A lamp. Anything within reach.
When it was over, all five lay motionless on the floor.
Samuel breathed heavily. Blood trickled down his forehead. But he didn't seem seriously injured.
He looked at Kaine.
The millionaire backed away, terrified.
"Confess," Samuel said. "Now you have no excuses."
Kaine dropped to his knees.
"Jesus is my Lord! He is!"
Samuel stared at him.
"Then… rest in peace."
And he pulled the trigger.
Part V – The Silent Exit
Samuel walked through the mansion's corridors, leaving chaos behind.
He closed the Bible. Slipped it into his pocket.
He stepped out through the front door. Walked across the garden. No need to run. No one was coming.
Only the wind remained.
And the weight of another sinner who had been judged.
"For the Son of Man will come in the glory of His Father with His angels, and then He will repay each according to his works."
— Matthew 16:27