The dimly lit living room of the luxurious mansion was shrouded in an eerie silence, the only sound that could be heard was the desperate pleas of a family begging for their lives.
"Please! Please! I beg you, don't kill us!" The woman's voice cracked with desperation, her eyes brimming with tears as she stared at the girl in black, her body shaking with fear.
"Kill me, okay, you can kill me!! Just please don't involve my family." a man pleaded, his voice trembling.
"Boohoo, Mommy, I'm afraid." the child whimpered, burying his face in his mother's chest, his tiny body shaking with fear.
A girl in a stunning black dress stood before them, holding a gun pointed at the man among the family.
Her eyes were blank, devoid of any emotion, as she gazed at the pleading family who was grazing upon her terror.
Her porcelain skin seemed to glow in the dim light, and her heart-shaped lips parted, whispering a single word.
"Traitor."
Her voice was like ice, sending chills down the spines of everyone who could hear her.
*BANG!
The gunshot echoed throughout the mansion, shattering the peaceful quiet night.
The sound was deafening, leaving the family's ears ringing, later the smell of gunpowder filled the air, and the man's body slumped to the floor, cold and lifeless.
"Noooo!!! No! Husband, you can't die, you can't leave us, please wake up!" The woman collapsed, clutching her son, staring at her husband's lifeless body, her screams piercing the whole living room they're currently in.
"D-da-da–Dad." the young child stammered, his crying halted, his eyes wide open with trauma and his tiny body was frozen in shock.
"Devil!" the woman screamed, glaring at the girl with tears streaming down her face. "How could you do this?! What did my husband do to deserve such kind of thing?! Why did you kill him?!!"
Her voice was raw, pain was visible in every corner of her eyes, and her anger and grief was boiling over.
The girl didn't flinch. She turned and walked out slowly.
Expressionless.
Her black dress rustled as she moved, and her long black hair flowed behind her like a dark cloak.
She walked towards her motorcycle parked outside the gate of the mansion, the sound of her red heels echoing throughout the night.
"Curando's dead, mission's done." she said into her earpiece, her voice flat, devoid of any emotions nor remorse.
After sitting in her motorcycle for a little while, she started the engine and sped off into the night.
Moonlight casting her in an ethereal glow.
Her long black hair whipped behind her, and she vanished into the darkness, leaving behind a trail of destruction and heartbreak.
As she rode through the night, the wind whipping her hair, she didn't feel anything. No guilt, no remorse, no emotion. She was a machine, a tool, a weapon. The Crosanta Organization had trained her well to kill.
'Kill, kill, kill, what was the purpose of it all? the killing, the bloodshed and that emotion called pain?'
her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone buzzing in her pocket. She pulled it out, glancing at the screen. It was a message from their family butler.
'My Lady, Lord and Madame Crosanta are waiting for you at the coronation tonight'
She sped off into the night, the darkness swallowing her whole, leaving behind a trail of secrets and lies.
She's Zaiveil, the phantom and crown princess of the Crosanta Organization.
She had a secret hidden beneath her identity, a magical existence waiting to be revealed, a legacy that would shake the very foundations of her real world.