It was a heavy night; the rain poured relentlessly, each drop making my heart sink further. I sat on the ground, my long brown hair, soaked and clinging to my face, masking an expression I had never shown before. All my life, I was labeled "The Unstoppable" in the underground world, succeeding in every mission assigned to me and eliminating any threat to the “organization.” But tonight was different. I was assigned as a bodyguard for the daughter of the "Fox Organization," a code name for a notorious group known for its deals, productions, and shady work. The girl's name was Maxine. She was like a spring breeze, with medium-length blonde hair reflecting the sun's rays and amber eyes resembling honey. She was nothing like us, nothing like me. I always wondered how this naive, fragile girl could be the daughter of such an organization, and who would've guessed that I, Violet, would be impacted by her.

Maxine was just like a dream, a dream too good to wake up from. Yet, here I was, sitting in front of her lifeless body, breaking my posture and shedding tears for the first time. I'm an underground worker. I should have known that involving myself with a client would be bad… I hate you, I thought, looking up at the dark, cloud-filled sky, which seemed to be crying too, mourning the loss of another good person in this world. Who was I fooling? I could never hate this naive girl. Even if I had to force it, she was irreplaceable. Why did I cling to a dream I knew I could never have if I'm trapped in this damn cage? It's suffocating.

As I rested on the floor, a shadow covered me with an umbrella. I didn't care who the person was; all I knew was that I had lost someone who saw me as Violet, not as a tool. "Get up, you're bloody and drenched by rain," a voice as hot as fire stated. I couldn't help but look at the mysterious figure. It was a tall man with emerald eyes that sparkled like precious gems. His long, black hair, dark as the night, cascaded down to his shoulders, partially tied back in a half-up style that framed his face elegantly. A striking red mole adorned the area just beneath his lip, adding a touch of mystique to his already captivating features. His facial structure was sharp and defined, with a prominent jawline that accentuated his handsome appearance. He kneeled and held my chin. "You poor thing," he expressed.

I acted quickly, removing his hand and grabbing my gun instinctively. "Who are you?" I demanded. "Name's White. I'm here for a proposal," he smiled. "I only work alone," I gritted my teeth. "Alone, you say? Why were you sitting beside that dead body then?" he widened his eyes, and I couldn't help but be struck by this sudden realization. I was never meant to be saved. I was meant to be destroyed, to become weak.

"I can help you get revenge if you would like," he bent down, staring, drawing his emerald eyes at me. I remained quiet; tears continued to flood from my eyes, and that's when my heart decided to shatter. I don't need your sympathy, I thought as I spat out, "I don't need your sympathy." I was cold. I was disgusted. How could I allow that man to manipulate me?

“Violet, dear, what can I do for you to accept my proposal?” he took a breath and continued, “How about I kill Daddy for you?” he chuckled. So he knew! I moved away from him, but he followed. “Seems like I got your attention,” a dirty smirk played on his lips. This specific moment made me realize how dangerous this “White” is. I stood up, pointing my gun at him, “Just what the hell are you? How do you know this?” I heightened my guard. “Well, it wasn't hard for me to find everything about you, and as someone who always gets what I want,” White moved toward the gun and slowly pulled it away from my hands. “You don't want to kill me, not when I know everything about you,” he whispered in my ear and punched me in the stomach. I began to throw up blood. “You're injured,” he coldly uttered. The pain was overwhelming, and I felt my vision blur. This wasn't just any injury—this was the first time in all my missions that I felt truly powerless. As my consciousness faded, I realized this was a battle I wasn't prepared for.