" Tell me your name..." he asks softly his eyes scrutinizing her smaller figure. "My name is Bella..." the lady replies shyly biting her lower lip. "I mean your real name, baby girl." "It's Isabella.." she whispers hugging herself. "Ah... My beautiful Isabella!" • ° • 13/08/018 • ° • • ° • 06/05/020 • ° •

Growing up with nothing makes you desperate. Growing up with nothing in a city that feeds on sin? That makes you ruthless. Kill or be killed. That's the rule. The only rule. You learn it young, or you don't live long enough to learn anything else. Trust? That's a luxury the streets don't offer. Kindness? A myth for the weak. But for seven outcasts, trust isn't a choice. It's survival. A genius who sees through the lies. A dreamer chasing a place to call his own. A hellion with a smile sharper than a knife. A fighter who bleeds for what he loves. A dancer haunted by ghosts of the past. A skeptic drowning in his own demons. And a dropout who cleans up the mess-no questions asked. They're not the first to try and take this world. But they'll be the first to come damn near close. Blood spills easy. Time runs out fast. When the walls close in, they'll have only one thing left-each other.

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