The Dagger's whisper call her name, Reminder her of fleeting fame. Each day she wakes, the air turns gray, A soul once pure, now led astray. She stands, a queen, but never whole, The crown, the dagger- two parts of her soul. The throne of power, the throne of grief, Both cradle her, but none bring relief.

What happens when two strongest mafia rivals run into eachother in the calmness of night. A not so calm night begins ~ "You mature with damage, not age." "It just a mission we are on together. No strings attached." "Let me heal you. Use me." "Don't get attached. It's a trap. Love blinds us." "We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry" "Run............"