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Intro. The rain fell on New York, fine and icy, washing the sidewalks splashed with neon. In the middle of the night, a silhouette advanced, elegant, almost unreal. Natalia Graves. At nineteen, she was already an urban legend. The newspapers called her The Black Dahlia, a cruel killer, elusive, leaving crime scenes that are both bloody and disturbing of beauty. It was said that his victims died with a last smile, trapped by his gaze. But behind this fatal woman hid an even darker truth: a child broken at sixteen, condemned to never see innocence again. Justice had failed. So Natalia had decided to embody her own justice - ruthless, bloody, irresistible. At each murder, the FBI net was tightening. Tragic irony: the one who directed the hunt was none other than his father, Michael Graves, ignoring that he was chasing his own daughter.

Crimson Veil

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