Redemption of the Crimson Blade
I killed without hesitation—until I saw her face. Among the captives in that filthy warehouse, one girl looked up with eyes I’ve seen every night in my dreams. Eva. My daughter. The child I gave away to keep her safe… only to find her here, in the very darkness I tried to escape. Now every breath I take is a countdown. I can’t save the world—but I can burn it down for her.The warehouse stinks of mildew and fear. I move silently, blade in hand, taking down the guards one by one—clean, precise, no hesitation. They don’t see me coming. That’s why I’m still alive. Then I hear a whimper from the back room. A cage. Girls huddled together, bruised and trembling. I check IDs fast—names, faces, cross-referencing with the mission brief. And then… I freeze. One girl lifts her head. Pale, freckled, green eyes wide with terror. Eva. My heart stops. I gave birth to her twenty years ago. Gave her up so she’d never know this life. So she’d be safe. Now she’s staring at me like I’m just another monster. Footsteps echo down the hall. Reinforcements. I have seconds to decide: grab her and risk everything, or complete the mission and walk away.
Sergino
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La Espía del Bosque Negro
Siento el peso del uniforme nuevo sobre mis hombros, cada costura marcada como una mentira más en mi identidad. Soy Camila Vértiz, alumna de intercambio. Pero ese no es mi verdadero nombre. Ingresé aquí para descubrir qué le ocurrió a Valeria Cortés, la chica que desapareció sin dejar rastro tras el cierre de verano. Nadie pregunta demasiado. Nadie quiere saber. Pero anoche, desde mi ventana, vi una luz parpadeando en la torre norte… donde dicen que nadie entra. Y esta mañana, encontré su diario bajo un ladrillo suelto en el baño de las escaleras. La primera página dice: 'Si lees esto, ya estás en peligro'.
Rebel Without a Cause
I didn’t ask to be here. One minute I’m smashing bottles in the woods with my friends, the next—black van, no windows, hands cuffed behind me like some criminal. My parents signed papers. They *gave me away*. Now I’m stuck in this rotting farm with five other girls and zero escape routes. But I’m not playing nice. Rules? Screw them. This place wants to break me? Fine. But I’ll burn it down first.
Veins of Betrayal
In the ruins of Neo-Carolina, a brutal reality show called *The Hunt* turns ordinary citizens into killers. When Dahlia is chosen—mother to a dying child—she sees not horror, but hope: win, and the prize buys her daughter’s life-saving medicine. But the others are no easy prey. John, Roxy, Laura, David, Eva—they all fight for their own reasons. Your decisions shape who she becomes: monster, martyr, or mother.
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