“Streets Don’t Raise Children… they forge weapons.”
A twelve-year-old, spirited Olivie Chanda grows up in a tiny two-room house in Chililabombwe, a home powered by laughter, chaos, and the kind of love that tries to survive poverty. Her family jokes over empty pots, smiles through struggle, and fights to stay together. But when her father’s old demons resurface, the walls that once felt safe turn hostile.
Olivie learns early that no rescue team is coming.
Forced into the streets, she adapts fast talking like the boys, hustling like the men, and fighting as if losing is a personal insult. In the middle of that storm stands Brian, a wealthy, arrogant nerd escaping his own father’s shadows. He’s the first boy she ever trusted, the one she taught mischief and freedom… and the ghost who carved the first cracks in her heart.
Before her thirteenth birthday, she witnesses loyalty, betrayal, abandonment and the tragedy that defines her forever: her father’s death, one day before she was finally meant to taste her first birthday cake.
Now, in the present, Olivie is the opposite of the girl she used to be. She’s a cold, calculated-Ruthless assassin, a woman whose heart stopped long before her enemies ever did.
Now, Ryan, troublemaker, storm in human form, all charm disguised as chaos. He comes from a stable home but gravitates to Olivie like a moth to a wildfire. He doesn’t chase, he watches, corners, commits. Backing off isn’t in his professional vocabulary. But unfortunately for him, Olivie no longer believes in love.
As Ryan works to breach her icy armour, she fights the ghosts of her past, the ruins of her childhood, and the violence she has perfected.
Standing at a crossroads forged by blood and memory, Olivie must decide: Is she still the abandoned little girl the world tried to break or the unstoppable woman the world should fear?
Because whichever path she chooses… someone is about to bleed. And the only real question is: who’s reckless enough to stand in her way?
"Even if we meet in our dreams, will you remember me too?"
Khion is a young man, just 27 years old living in a small empty town. His life is just as boring as the town, same cycle, same routine, nothing change. Just the same routine of him working as caretaker of properties left behind by people who chose to embrace city life.
Once a year, the empty town stirred. An annual festival was held and everyone from the city comes back, not because anyone believed the town still mattered, but because tradition was stubborn. Vendors arrived from neighboring town, lights were strung across streets that hadn't seen crowds in years, and for a single day the town pretended it was alive again.
That was when he noticed him. Someone who gave color to his monochrome life.
Inspired by Harehare Ya