My whole life changed the day my sister died.
It was the worst day of my life—but somehow, the beginning of something I thought was a gift.
But I was wrong.
This world had plans for me.
What I got wasn't salvation. It wasn't purpose. It wasn't peace.
What I got... was the Execution Code.
A system built to empower us—to kill. It gave us abilities we never should have had. It turned people like me into walking weapons. And with it came the recruitment. An invitation into Death Protocol. An organization with a mission so clean on the surface... yet so rotten underneath.
And again, foolish me—I thought I had a purpose. I thought I was supposed to rid the world of sinners.
But I was wrong again.
This system doesn't care about justice. The organization doesn't care about healing the world. All they care about is control—power. And they'll erase anyone who gets in their way. We weren't soldiers. We were tools. Assets. Disposable.
I kept killing for the system. I kept following orders. But with every name I erased, I did not feel stronger. I did not feel peace.
The pain never left. It grew.
Cipher. Moses. Kelvin. Rita. James. Klaus. All gone.
Lucy and I—we're still alive, but after everything we've seen, even survival feels like a mistake. And Kira—my sister.
And I will not lose her again.
I made a choice: I will not kill her. I don't care what the system says. I don't care what powers I unlock, or how many times they tell me I am their weapon.
Because underneath it all—beneath the missions, the upgrades, the bloodshed—there's something hidden inside the Execution Code.
Something they never wanted us to find.
I don't know who I can trust. I don't know who I'll lose next.
But I do know this:
I am done being their tool. I am done surviving just to obey.
I am going to break the system.
I am going to bring her home.
My name is Riven Kane.
And this... is my execution code