❛You're mine. And If I don't get you, no one can.❜
In which our little psycho protagonist somehow makes the world's 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 most dangerous criminals develop an unhealthy obsession for her.
➻ Alternative Universe
➻ Mafia / Crime / Psychological...
As night rose, the skyscraper lit up one window at a time, ever-changing through the starlit moments as if it were music for the eyes.
The large silver tree of geometry gave structure to the cityscape and, over time, became etched in everyone's psyche as a kind of visual lullaby.
"Happy New Year" appeared on the sparkling screen in bold letters, manifesting its way into everyone's happy, hopeful eyes.
"May I serve you a glass of wine, ma'am?"
Inside the very said skyscraper was an illegal auction going on, disguised as a Masquerade Party for overly rich barons. Human Beings involved in all crimes were dressed in unduly expensive clothes, regardless of their status, profession or gender.
The world was no longer a place where handsome men helped grandmothers cross the street. Nothing was about cotton candies or Disney anymore.
It had turned into a place where people preferred prostitutes more than gifts, drugs more than books and war more than peace. All the individuals who were considered good happened to be involved in hideous acts themselves. They were all painted as gods despite emerging from the absolute depths of hell.
The whole world knew how rotten the society had become yet no one dared to go against the amoral community. It entirely dwelled around three things; fame, money, and power.
And as a wise man once said — "I see humans but no humanity."
There were barely any mortals who stood up for the basic rights of the public or opposed the unscrupulous, and the few who did were framed as malicious and falsely accused of crimes they never committed.
It was once in a blue moon when someone, out of millions, did not back off and continued to retaliate against the corrupt in gruesome, ghastly ways.
Nothing appeared to be their weakness which made their existence exceptionally concerning. They were the only ones who succeeded in putting a stop to these wealthy rats.
These sparse beings made the amoral's blood run cold and proved justice to the public by twisted means. They were titled as "Vigilantes" who were thirsted for and were wanted dead by most of the lives walking on the planet.
