Prologue
A beaming artificial light got stamped upon a wide glassy window of a luxury apartment apparently empty. Yet that fake light seemed to suit perfectly the features of his shady face reflected beside it.
A common sign escaped his lips for his eyes stared at only the darkness of that sleepless night, for there could never be a relaxing sleep to a Russian hitman as himself.
Logan Pavel, what are you thinking of? Maybe the picture on your laptop, that of a fairly young girl, years younger than your junior, an enemy you know so well? What is troubling you, o man of gore and slaughter? Has your humanity finally come to you?
I am, as a bystander, skeptical to say this, but... this man is a garbage of this society, a minion of the underworld, a scum. The girl, who is troubling him, is half of it. At least, she with the purple eyes has never literally pulled the trigger. Maybe just a bow, with an heart shaped arrow, pulled directly hitting his non existent heart.
Kita Walker is not thinking of anything for this one is plainly a picture. The real one is caged with reins. Biting onto a golden Bit, carved on it are the initials of her family, Shan Clan, which have cursed her being into depravity.
Maybe she should think of something more as her only brother is trying to kill her, but escaping is blanking her thoughts.
Logan brushed lightly backwards his darkened hair and swiftly turned making his tiger Rosario jingle upon his breast. His frozen pace quickened, those wide hand got hold of his coat, which covered the iron barrels of powder and death, as for once they would be used to save. But to what cost? Is a raven teen caged upon birth worth risking a scums life for?
Well, you bastards with your love filled brains and foolish reasoning guessed right. After all, love is a cliche within the unexpected.