Larina’s life began in blood and betrayal. Abandoned by her single mother at just one year old, she was snatched by a notorious black market organ trafficking ring. Because of her rare A+ blood type, they sold her left eye for a high price—leaving her mutilated and voiceless in a world of shadows.

Raised as property, not a person, Larina grew up surrounded by brutality. She learned to stay silent, to obey, to disappear. But beneath her quiet exterior, a fire burned. As she grew older, she watched, she listened, she planned. At nineteen, her chance came.

Armed with a stolen gun and a lifetime of rage, Larina turned the tables. She hunted each member of the group that had stolen her childhood. The warehouse echoed with gunshots and screams, and by the end, blood soaked the floor—hers and theirs.

Wounded and exhausted, she slumped against a corner wall, still clutching the gun, her one eye blurry with pain. Then the door creaked open.

A tall, broad man stepped in, flanked by armed men. His name was Silas—a crime boss known for his cold eyes and clean hands. He was there for a deal, but instead found a massacre. The girl in the corner had done what many couldn’t: dismantled a full trafficking ring alone.

Intrigued, he stepped closer—but before he could speak, Larina's body gave out.

She awoke later in a dimly lit, unfamiliar room. The sheets were clean. The pain in her left eye socket was sharper than ever, as if something new had been placed there. Something foreign. Someone had touched her body again.

And she wasn’t alone anymore.

"Finally awake?" a deep man's voice rumbled from the chair beside the bed