The night was suffocatingly silent, the kind of silence that wrapped around you like a noose. In the heart of a sprawling estate, the air hung heavy with tension, punctuated only by the faint rustling of leaves in the cold wind. She moved like a phantom through the corridors of the mansion, her black-clad figure a wraith in the dim glow of emergency lights.

To the Sovereign, she was a weapon—a meticulously crafted storm of precision and ruthlessness. To her enemies, she was nothing short of a nightmare. And to herself, she was no one.

The mission had been clear: eliminate every trace of the trafficking ring that had dared...