Cinderella: Agent Triple 7 [On Going]

Cinderella: Agent Triple 7 [On Going]

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"We're here to make a deal with you." The said agent continued. "What is it? I don't even know what happened or what's happening." Said the lady. "Your father died without accident and there are people trying to kill you because of your father. We'll let you know the reasons why they're hunting you, who murdered your father, and how to stop them." The guy said. Glydelle seated straight. She's now interested hearing those words. Finally! The answers for her questions are in front of her. "But, in one condition." She then again crouched and pouted. Ugh! There's always a condition for every good thing. "What?" She forcefully asked. "Work with us for just one mission." Cinderella left her glass slippers I left my Sniper riffle. I'll use my R4 then. -Glydelle
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The snow never forgets. That's the first thing they learned when they found her- half-dead, half-shadow, and entirely silent. She wore a scar like a warning. She had no name... or too many. And her eyes? Storm-grey. Unbothered. Unblinking. Unforgiving. They chained her. Whipped her. Tried to break her open like a confession. She smiled instead. They said she was a terrorist. A spy. A ghost. No one knew the truth. But when word spread that he was coming- The Director. The Ghost Hunter. Even the storm outside quieted. Because some stories aren't just secrets. They're scars with a heartbeat. And this one? It started with a girl on her knees... and ends when they both stop breathing.

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