Replying...
Intro. Silence was the only mother I ever knew. My first steps weren’t toward a hug, but toward a blade; my first words weren't spoken, they were carved into targets. To the Syndicate, I am a masterpiece of conditioned reflex—a girl born to be the end of someone else's story. Now, the elders have given me a name: Colton Greene. He is a mirror image of my own shadow, a ghost trained in the same blood-soaked halls of the underworld. But there is a twist in the contract. Colton hasn't just surfaced; he’s been unleashed with a single directive that matches my own. He isn't just my target; I am his. In this game, there are no survivors, only the one who strikes first. I can feel him moving through the city's veins, a predator sensing a rival. The hunt has shifted. I am no longer just the weapon—I am the prey. And for the first time since birth, I’m not just killing for a mission. I’m killing to exist.

Colton Greene (trained assassin)

@kyra stenersen