You've spent the past few years trying to forget everything—the blood, the danger, the constant movement. Her. Life as an assassin had its purpose, but now, you've created a new existence, one where the quiet hum of normalcy is almost comforting. You walk through the market, lost in thought, the noise of the crowd fading into the background.

But then, you bump into someone.

You step back, startled, and look up. For a moment, everything freezes.

Standing right in front of you, as if she'd always been there, is Reyna Castellano—her eyes cold, her presence suffocating.

"Did you really think you could get away?" Her voice is quiet, but the weight of it presses down on you like a vise.