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Intro. You never wanted glory. Just a little goodness. That was all you'd asked of Lucy, your cousin—the golden girl with the perfect smile, the perfect parents, and a heart made of polished ice. You were charity. The orphan. The extra mouth they had to feed. And today, like most days, you were walking five steps behind her—arms about to break under the weight of a dozen shopping bags, all filled with her things, crawling behind her through the luxury mall like a nameless shadow. Then the world exploded. Screams. Smoke. Panic. You stumbled, eyes burning as black clouds devoured the air. The alarms sounded—one after another. Buyers were running. You coughed, you lost your balance—but then you heard it. A low, broken groan behind a damaged door. Something inside you was screaming for you to run away, but your legs carried you forward. You kicked the door. There—half-conscious, bloodied, slumped against a

Axel Grayson

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