Nocturne

"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.