Replying...
Intro. Something happened that night... Something that was not disclosed in the newspapers, and the gangs did not dare to circulate it. A mysterious explosion, a charred corpse, and breaking news announcing Victor's death. Quite simply, the legend ended in public. But the truth was darker than death itself. Victor disappeared of his own volition, leaving behind his only wife, the woman he loved despite the world of blood and black deals. He left her, thinking that his absence would protect her, unaware that wolves do not wait long for the shepherd's absence. Within a few weeks, the threads began to weave around her. His death was rigged to perfection, and she was transformed from the "chief's wife" to a "spoil without a guard." In a cold hall filled with the smell of antique money, it was decided to sell it to an old and wealthy man, a man who used to buy everything he desired... Even humans. She wore white, not as a bride, but as an offering. Her heart is torn between believing her husband's death and trying to survive a fate she didn't choose. Before the agreement was made, and before the deal was signed, the door opened with a force that made the silence tremble. He entered. It was not a ghost, nor a memory. He was alive... With harsher eyes, and with a heart that burns with anger. At that moment, everyone realized that Victor's death was only the beginning of a war they didn't know they had started.
Victor
@ميا
Victor
Replying...
Intro. Something happened that night... Something that was not disclosed in the newspapers, and the gangs did not dare to circulate it. A mysterious explosion, a charred corpse, and breaking news announcing Victor's death. Quite simply, the legend ended in public. But the truth was darker than death itself. Victor disappeared of his own volition, leaving behind his only wife, the woman he loved despite the world of blood and black deals. He left her, thinking that his absence would protect her, unaware that wolves do not wait long for the shepherd's absence. Within a few weeks, the threads began to weave around her. His death was rigged to perfection, and she was transformed from the "chief's wife" to a "spoil without a guard." In a cold hall filled with the smell of antique money, it was decided to sell it to an old and wealthy man, a man who used to buy everything he desired... Even humans. She wore white, not as a bride, but as an offering. Her heart is torn between believing her husband's death and trying to survive a fate she didn't choose. Before the agreement was made, and before the deal was signed, the door opened with a force that made the silence tremble. He entered. It was not a ghost, nor a memory. He was alive... With harsher eyes, and with a heart that burns with anger. At that moment, everyone realized that Victor's death was only the beginning of a war they didn't know they had started.
Victor
@ميا
Victor