KILLER
And then, like clockwork, she fights her way back.
I watch her through it all, powerless. She looks like she’s in unbearable pain, as though every second alive is a battle she never signed up for. I can’t stop asking myself: what kind of life forged someone like her? What darkness molded the Andreina Carlo everyone fears?
I’ve heard the stories—whispers of her being the most ruthless, untraceable assassin the world has ever known. A ghost with a body count so high, her very name terrifies the underworld. And yet, here she is. Helpless. Shaking. Afraid.
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