I was designed to vanish. No fingerprints. No attachments. No mistakes. Undercover work wasn't just my job-it was who I was. A shadow trained by the darkest hands. A weapon with no soul left to burn. They told me emotions made you weak. That loyalty was earned in blood. That love was a myth for people who didn't know how to survive. And I believed them. Until a mission blurred the lines. Until the lies started to feel like truths. Until something-or someone-made me question everything I was trained to forget. Now I'm not sure what's more dangerous... The target I was sent to destroy, or the part of myself I might never get back.