On the night of October 23rd, her life shatters.
A seven-year-old girl wakes in silence, her body broken and her spirit trembling.
With nothing but pain and moon to guide her, she escapes into the darkness, bleeding, barefoot, and alone.
Under a pal...
My plan for today is to be with you tonight," she whispered in his ear.
"Sure, why not?" he said, while gently placing his hand under her blazer.
"Now will you keep speaking only?" she said, putting his hand to her arm.
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Fedrick and that kingpin were sitting face to face. The aura that room contained because of Fedrick was on some next level no one could reach. They both sat face-to-face within the club, and then Fedrick finally broke the silence and tension between them.
*"The choice is yours: hand over the children and leave this life, or lose your life. Simple yet straightforward answer."*
The man on the other side thought for a moment, and then after a few seconds he said, "Five million dollars. If you give me this amount, I’ll give you all the children I have and leave this city."
Fedrick’s eyes rolled with anger. He pulled out his gun from his coat with a low smile and shrugged.
*“So you choose to die a peaceful death, Fedrick.”*
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"Who are you to order me?" The man was in a lot of anger, as someone was pointing a gun at his ego.
"I never ask twice for the things I already think about keeping. Just answer yes or no. "Drum bag, do you know who I am?" He laughed, but before he could finish, a bullet ripped across his head, killing him instantly. Fedrick killed him without thinking because he had already planned to kill him. This is him; he never thinks before he acts, because he knows perfectly how to make the right decision in an instant, and he never regrets doing so.
"Why did you kill him?" she said politely.
That’s when he saw her, a girl standing behind the victim. A look of shock spread across his face after seeing her. She was the person he’d been searching for for 15 years. He saw in her the eyes once filled with tears and blood. He remembered her trembling hand and the shattered voice that barely spoke. She was someone he knew. But he stayed silent.
"So, you’re his partner? If so, then get ready to be next on the list," Fedrick said without hesitation. But his heart? Yes, it was still racing, knowing he was about to kill her. He hadn’t figured out what to do, but he had to stay consistent with the way he was walking now on the path he had chosen for himself.
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And then she pointed the gun at his head in an instant. "Killing them isn’t a solution," she said expressionlessly. "Make their lives hell instead of petting them in your basement."
"But they deserve death," he said. His heart felt free that she wasn’t with him. Somehow he felt relief, though he didn’t even know why.
"You kill them and set them free from life, but I make their lives hell," she said, sitting on the sofa.
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"And you are… I mean, who are you?" he asked, his question hanging. He was still in a lot of thoughts and overthinking. He was calling her name in his head, trying to remember her name, but the voice echoed in his head, blurred. He didn’t know exactly what the girl’s name was. He tried hard to remember. It was confirmed that she was her, but he was still trying to figure out her name.
