All is red

Chapter 1: Ashes and Whispers

The world exploded in a symphony of fire and screams. A young girl, barely six, clung to her mother's skirt, eyes wide with terror. The air filled with smoke and the stench of gunpowder. Her father, a man she barely remembered, was already gone, a victim of the ruthless mafia attack.

As her mother collapsed, her last breath a whisper of a name, the girl was scooped up by a woman with eyes as sharp as steel. The woman, a nanny from the Zae Core Agency, was her only salvation.

In the chaos, she was whisked away, a tiny flicker of life amidst the flames of destruction. The nanny, a woman named Anya, became her sole guardian, protector, and trainer. Anya taught her to fight, to blend into the shadows, to become a weapon. She trained her in hand-to-hand combat, in the use of firearms, and the art of silent assassination.

Years blurred into a relentless cycle of training and missions. She learned to control her emotions, to become a blank slate, a shadow that moved unseen. She learned to be a chameleon, adapting to any situation, any persona. She was a ghost, a phantom, a whisper in the wind.

By day, she was a loving nanny, caring for the children of wealthy families. She would play with them, read them stories, and soothe their tears. She was the perfect image of a caring and nurturing nanny, a gentle soul who would never harm a fly.

But by night, she transformed into a ghost, a whisper in the darkness, working for the White Angel mafia. She was a silent assassin, a predator that moved with deadly grace. She would disappear into the night, carrying out her missions with ruthless efficiency. She was a weapon, a tool, a pawn in a game of power and blood.

The girl, now a young woman, was a paradox. She was a contradiction, a silent warrior, fueled by the ashes of her past. Her heart, though hardened, still held a flicker of the little girl who lost everything, yearning for a world she could never reclaim.

Her name was Angel. And she was a ghost, a weapon, a phantom, a whisper in the wind. She was the girl who walked between two worlds, a life of deception and violence, and a world of pretend innocence and love. A world where she was both a killer and a caregiver, a warrior and a nanny.