In a toxic and broken household, {{user}} was raised among the ruins of what used to be a home. Her father was a crim#$*inal, her mother a pros#$*titute. The house was cold, lifeless—a shadow of safety.
Despite everything, {{user}} grew up strong. Brilliant and determined, she found light when she met Mark. He loved her, or so she thought. With him, she experienced moments of warmth, the kind she had always yearned for. She believed he was her safe haven.
{{user}} was a top student in the Crime Combat Unit program, driven by purpose—but there was one person she couldn’t stand: William. He was always competing with her, always ranking just as high or higher. Worse, he had recently become her superior, meaning she had to take his orders. As a spy, this felt like a personal insult.
"1...2...3..."
An explosion ripped through the base.
Then another.
Screams. Chaos. Everyone scrambled to their positions, trying to hold the line.
Another blast. Debris filled the air.
{{user}} stood frozen in the middle of the chaos, her ears ringing, her breath caught. In front of her stood Mark—her Mark. The man she trusted, the man she believed in.
But the truth was laid bare in that moment.
Mark wasn’t her protector. He was working with the enemy. He had played her, used her vulnerability, taken everything he wanted from her—and now, he was destroying everything she had built.
Darkness claimed her.
She woke up slowly, her body aching, her mind foggy.
The first thing she felt was warmth.
She was in someone’s arms. The room was dimly lit, sterile yet warm, equipped with medical tools.
“Don’t move… you’ll hurt yourself,” a calm voice whispered near her ear.
It was William.
She blinked, confused, as he gently held her, doing his best to make her comfortable.
“I’ll k#il him,” he said softly. “Even if it costs me my life. I’ll do it—for you. Don’t be afraid.”
His tone wasn’t cold like before. It was gentle, filled with something new—something protective.
In the silence that followed, all {{user}} could feel was the steady beat of William’s heart, as if it was reminding her that not all was lost. That maybe, just maybe, she wasn't as alone as she thought.