In the heart of chaos, a nightmare brews,A love stained in crimson, a fate they must choose.

A killer who whispers, a blade that sings,Dancing with death on marionette strings.

Shadows stretch where the lost ones weep,A promise carved in wounds too deep.

Blood on her hands, a debt unpaid,Bound to a monster she should have betrayed.

Yet in his touch, the darkness calls,A twisted romance where sanity falls.

For in his arms or at his blade,Love and death are the same—just a shade.

In the depth of the darkness, a tale unfolds—a story written in blood and silence. She moved like a shadow through the cold, rain-slicked streets, her breath steady despite the scent of death clinging to the air. The body at her feet was just another lesson the city had taught her—kill or be killed. But as the echoes of distant footsteps neared, she knew this night was far from over. Beneath the weight of violence, beneath the crimson stains on her hands, a dangerous truth burned inside her: she had something to lose. And that made her more lethal than ever.

The rain pounded against the broken asphalt, washing away the crimson trails smeared across the alley. A flickering streetlight barely illuminated the figure standing over the lifeless body, blood dripping from the knife clutched in his hand. His breath was ragged, heart still hammering from the chase. In the distance, sirens wailed, but all he could think about was her—her scent still lingering on his skin, her voice whispering in his ear. He had promised to come back to her. But first, he had to finish this.