The gala was opulent—chandeliers like frozen fire, violins whispering secrets across the marble hall. But none of it mattered. Not when she walked in.

The woman in black moved like vengeance given shape, eyes scanning the crowd with bored disdain. Whispers followed her like shadows. "That's her," they murmured. "The one who burned down her own legacy."

Then came the news. A child, kidnapped. Not hers, but her enemy’s. Yet something snapped in her—a memory, a promise, a debt.

She vanished from the ballroom. Hours later, the compound erupted. Screams. Gunfire. Red on white walls. Inside, a little girl clutched a teddy bear. Unafraid.

The kidnappers backed away, horror-struck. “What the hell is happening?!”

The girl smiled, calm as the eye of a storm.

“Mom is here."

Your enemy watched from the sidelines with a smirk as you killed everyone in your way and went to his little girl— your little girl.