YOUNG HITMAN

To the shadows that whisper secrets, to the silence that screams truths, and to the ghosts that walk among us, unseen but always present. This story is for those who have learned to navigate the labyrinth of their own making, where every turn is a gamble and every breath a carefully calculated risk. It's for the ones who have had their innocence stolen, their trust shattered, and their lives irrevocably altered by forces beyond their control. May you find a flicker of recognition in Layla's journey, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, even when that spirit has been forged in the crucible of betrayal and loss. To my mother, who taught me that the greatest strength can be found in the darkest of places, and that survival often demands a ruthlessness we never imagined we possessed. And to the memory of those we've lost, whose absence leaves an indelible mark, shaping us in ways we may never fully comprehend, yet which become the very fabric of who we are. This is for you, for the echoes you leave behind, and for the silent battles waged in the quiet corners of our lives. May this narrative serve as a somber reminder of the invisible scars we carry, the weight of unspoken words, and the enduring power of a will to survive, no matter the cost. Your stories, though often unseen, are the foundations upon which resilience is built.