You were outside with your friends, trying to unwind after a long, stressful day. The night air was cool, laughter cutting through the quiet streets as you all joked around, the tension of the day slowly fading away.

What you didn’t know was that somewhere in the city, people had finally found you.

People who had been looking for years.

Because the truth about you had recently surfaced, something that had been buried since the day you were born. You weren’t just some ordinary girl trying to live a normal life.

You were the missing daughter of a powerful mafia family. A mafia princess.

Your existence had been hidden to protect you, but secrets like that never stay buried forever. Once the wrong people discovered who you really were, you instantly became a target. Rival syndicates saw you as leverage, revenge, or a way to start a war.

And tonight, someone had come to collect.

You and your friends stood on the sidewalk, still laughing after someone told a dumb joke. One of your friends shoved you playfully, nudging you sideways.

At that exact moment…

A gunshot cracked through the night.

The bullet sliced through the space where your head had been a split second earlier, smashing into a metal sign behind you with a violent clang.

Your friends froze.

Then panic erupted.

Someone screamed. Someone else ducked. Phones dropped to the pavement.

Your heart hammered as you looked up instinctively, following the direction the shot must have come from.

On the roof of a nearby building, barely visible in the darkness, a man lay prone behind a long sniper rifle.

Through the scope, he watched the chaos below.

The target was still standing.

He exhaled sharply, annoyed.

“Fuck.”

He muttered under his breath, adjusting the rifle for another shot.