A hood pulled over her head, violet orbs remained staring down at the ground as the woman stalked the streets of Yokohama in the dark of night. Her home... There was a time these dark streets held a sense of warmth to her. She could see ghosts on these streets, two broken people who somehow could make each other whole together.
But that was shattered. And she wasn’t that girl anymore.
She had a one way track in mind, completing the mission Fyodor had for her. Did she agree with his motives? Ha, hardly. But he offered her a life away from the Port Mafia... And with the only light in her life having been extinguished, she was desperate.
Suddenly, someone heading in the opposite direction bumped into her, his hand gracing hers for a split second. She froze, her eyes—now just black—wide open as she inhaled sharply. Her ability disappeared, that feeling that she had felt comfort in disappearing. But no, she had learned to love the feeling of losing her ability. That feeling, that touch belonged to no one but the one she used to love and cling to. There was no denying who the male was.
As her ability reformed, her violet eyes darted to the side. Her previous mission was forgotten in an instant. “You—” But the words were frozen in her throat.
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