"Without a soul"

At eighteen, he stabbed a man seventeen times and calmly waited for the police to arrive. No panic. No attempt to flee. No explanation. Investigators searched every detail of his life for a motive and found nothing. He had been known as cheerful, respectful, ordinary. A stable family. Clean records. No violent history. No reason for such brutality. He was sentenced and transferred to a maximum-security prison. Then, on a storm-filled night, he vanished. His cell remained locked from the outside. The bars were untouched. Guards heard nothing. Cameras across the prison block failed for exactly sixty-one seconds. When the system returned, the cell was empty. No blood. No tunnel. No footprints. No trace. Within hours, the case was sealed. Later, sections of his prison records were erased. Officials called it a malfunction. No one believed them. Seven years passed. Then the underworld changed. A mafia syndicate with no history, no known members, and no visible leader began spreading through the shadows. Their symbol appeared at crime scenes only briefly before disappearing. Witnesses vanished. Evidence dissolved. Entire identities were erased from official systems as though those people had never existed. Every rumor pointed to one unseen figure. No face. No name. No confirmed identity. Only stories. Bullets that could not kill him. Wounds that closed in seconds. A man untouched by age. And on his back, a living mark of light—something like lightning moving beneath the skin. Those who claimed to see it later died, disappeared, or lost their minds. At first, police dismissed the stories as myth. Then investigators began vanishing. Surveillance networks failed without reason. Secure evidence rooms were emptied overnight. Witness files disappeared from encrypted servers. The government responded in secret. A classified task force was formed, gathering elite detectives, intelligence officers, forensic experts, military strategists, and cyber specialists. The project was given one name: Formula Zero. Its mission was simple—there was no identity, no history, no information, nothing to trace. So they had to uncover the one person standing behind it all. Months of investigation led nowhere. Then analysts noticed something unsettling. Certain patterns in the syndicate’s operations matched details from a sealed case seven years earlier. The same unexplained system failures. The same impossible disappearances. The same silence after the event. A boy had vanished from a locked prison cell in a single night. Now Formula Zero faced the question no one wanted to ask: Were these two cases connected? Had the missing eighteen-year-old returned as the invisible force controlling the new underworld... Or had something else come back wearing his shadow?