"They call this the city of masks. Everyone smiles. Everyone bleeds. Some just hide it better." I wasn't born to be a killer. I was born to wear ribbons, say yes, and sit pretty at someone else's table. But life has a way of sharpening people. They took everything from me. So I found a place where having nothing was normal. Where the shadows had names, and blood bought silence. Now I belong to Nocturne. We kill for coin, for closure, or for reasons we don't speak aloud. Isolde says we're not monsters - just necessary evils. Lucien says nothing at all. He just cleans the blade. And I? I wear red. Because if I'm going to spill blood, it might as well match the dress. They say I'm still new. That my hands tremble before I pull the trigger. But they don't see the fire behind my eyes - The kind only revenge can light. This city taught me how to dance. Now it's going to learn how I kill.
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