It was getting dark, the night had already settled in. The abandoned place stood silent, carrying a creepy vibe that could send shivers down anyone’s spine. Suddenly, footsteps echoed through the emptiness, bouncing off the broken walls.

A man sat at the front door, lost in his own thoughts, but the sound snapped him back into reality. His body tensed, instantly alert.

The footsteps grew louder, almost as if someone wanted to be noticed. Then came a sharp, echoing thud—a loud crash that rattled the silence. It was the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

The man bolted toward it, his breath uneven, and froze when his eyes landed on a large hamper lying on the floor.

“What is this… and where did it come from?” he muttered to himself, scanning the place with cautious eyes. The shadows revealed no one. Not a single soul.

Slowly, he started moving toward the hamper, each step careful, measured. But before he could take another step,someone appeared from behind.A cold blade pressed into his stomach and a low feminine voice whispered,

“Scream…. Scream as loud you can.”

Before he could process the words,she stabbed him brutally.His scream ripped through the silence, echoing across the abandoned place.

“Louder.” She hissed into his ear , pulling the knife out only to plunge it in again, twisting it viciously.his cries grew sharper , piercing the night

“And this time… harder.”

Footsteps sounded in the distance

“Good boy” she whispered dangerously,her lip brushing his ear “Now it's your time to go to hell.”

She shoved the knife deeper . blood burst from his mouth and with final thrust,she pushed him to the ground.His body went limp , lifeless

Another men came running,drawn by the screams of his partner.but when he arrived,his breath caught his comrade lay sprawled on the floor, brutally slaughtered

He spun around, panic rising “HEY EVERYONE, COME FAST!! Someone's here–they killed one of our men!”

Suddenly, the whole area echoed with slow, deliberate clapping.

He spun toward the sound, heart pounding, and saw a figure standing there, applauding as if enjoying a private performance.

“Hey who the hell are you?!” he shouted, his voice cracking with tension.

“Mhm… just shh,” the figure replied casually, her tone calm, almost bored, as if she just not stepped into a dangerous scene. “No need to scream so much. I’m just standing here.”

A man laughed “A girl? I can kill you myself in five minutes.”

Yeah? She replied,low and dangerous. “A girl who already killed your men.now it's your turn.” She tilted her face toward the body lying lifeless on the floor.

He couldn't see her features. Everything was black on her except for her eyes, cold and visible like knives.

The man snarled, pulled a knife from his pocket and charged.Before the blade could touch her, she stepped behind him and kicked the back of his knee.

He stumbled forward.She hooked her arm behind his neck, twisted and snapped it  with a single brutal wrench . He  staggered ,gasped,and collapsed.

More men came running, weapons raised.She didn't run. She didn't need to. She stood in the middle in the room like she owned it.

One of them lunged towards her. She was faster, a gun flashed from her back pocket, aimed straight at his heart, and the men fell where he stood– dead.

The other froze,staring at her hands,her calm,the ruthless efficiency of her movement.

“What's the matter? Sacred?.” she mocked,then kicked the man at her feet and laughed– hard, almost mad “ he said he'd kill me in five minutes.look at him now”

A blade came from behind her. The knife drove towards her spine,but she twisted,seized the attacker’s arm, and clutched the steel.pain seared her hand as it bled, she didn't flinch.she tipped her head, met his face. Her eyes were dead; sweat beaded on his brow.

Before anyone could move,she squeezed his throat until his fingers loosened on the knife “leave ” she hissed one word and the men dropped the knife in her feet.

She didn't let him go. One hand at his throat,the other holding the knife,she watched her palm go red. He tried to wrench free; he winced and failed, her grip tightened until his knees buckled.

Then she began to stab– fast, brutal, almost frantic.One,two,three blows–over and over,over, until the sound of it filled the room.Everyone else stood frozen,mouths open; none had ever seen a woman this merciless.

When she finally stopped,the body slumped.she stood breathing, clothes soaked with blood. Her eyes shone,firece and scarlet with the heat of it.

She raised a hand.for a moment the men hesitated, then charged too late.

She drew a pistol from her jeans and with the calm of a judge, picked them off.the first hit with a dull thud.one by one the shots rang out ,percise and final.when the violence faded,only one man still breathed faintly.

She knelt,hauled him up by the hair. He groaned,pain ripping through him.

“Where's your boss? Where's that bastard hiding?” She demanded, voice raw.

“I…I don't know,” he rasped

Her eyes cut into him.”Then why are you still alive.” She snarled.She shoved the pistol into his mouth and pulled the trigger.

The floor was drenched in blood,littered with lifeless bodies.she moved slowly, stepping over them without hesitation,boots pressing down on corpses as if she owned the place.

When she reached the second floor,a sound pierced the silence.Before she could react, strong hands grabbed her by the waist.

She was faster.her knee shot up,hit him square in the groin  . He gasped and released her

She spun, delivering a sharp kick to his chest .He collapsed to the ground.

Four more men surged at her at once.Before she could even process their movements,one drove a knife into her stomach.pain flared,hot and searing,but she didn't cry out.She regained her balance,punched him in the gut,and yanked the blade from her own flesh . Blood spurted , her hand slick,but she remained focused, silent,lethal.

She moved like a storm, striking and dodging with one hand pressed to her wound, stopping the bleeding just enough to stay in the fight.

A hard blow slammed into her stomach, knocking her down.she hit the floor, breath rattling in her chest, blood spreading beneath her like a dark tide.

Then– a gunshot shattered the air.

One by one, the men froze.bullets tore through them.bodies fell to the ground, lifeless,in an instant.

The room fell silent.her chest heaved; her clothes were soaked red.

Before she could even process what had just happened,a shadow appeared in front of her.

His face was hidden just like hers . He was so tall that his shadow swallowed her whole.

He tilted his head to the side, revealing a pair of eyes unlike any she had ever seen before–different,rare and deadly.

He extended his left hand . She glanced at it,rolled her eyes and rose on her own.but the moment she stood,he pinned her against the nearest wall.

His face hovered dangerously close to hers . Their eyes met– it was like fire colliding with a thunder.

One gaze was dead, soulless. The other held the power to bend the world to its knees . Neither of them blinked. It wasn't passion that kept their stares locked–it was ego. An neither would lower their eyes first.

Slowly,so slowly a gun slid from her legs to her side, pressing against the spot where a knife had already stabbed her . Blood seeped ,warm and steady.

He pressed the gun harder into the wound. She didn't flinch her eyes never left  his.

“Where's your boss.” he whispered, lips brushing her ear as he inhaled her hair. A groan rumbled in his chest, the sound shiver her spine. He pressed the gun deeper, making the blood spill faster.

A soft whimper escaped her lips.

“Boss?” She whispered, voice steady, eyes still locked on his “I'm my own boss, No one rules me.”

“Oh?” His tone darkened “Then who are you?” He leaned closer, inhaling her hair again.

“You bastard stay away from me or I'll chop you alive and feed you to the dogs”, her voice cut like a blade.

She shoved him,fury burning her eyes.

He only smirked, pulling her by the waist until she slammed into his hard chest. Again,he inhaled her hair.

“Saçlarına ne sürdün, bağımlılık yapan bir kokusu var.”he murmured,his tone mocking.

(“What did you put in your hairs,it smells addictive.”)

“What the fuck did you just say? Leave me! And tell me where that fucking Jamshed bastard is!” She snapped, then punched him square in the face.

He staggered, blood dripping from his nose.

She picked her gun from the floor and aimed it at him. “Say it, you rascal,or I'll kill you just like the others!”

He wiped the blood and chuckled darkly

“İyi yumruk atıyorsun.” His teasing smile infuriated her.

(You punch well.)

“Tell me where Jamshed is!” She screamed

“I came to kill that bastard too.” He said flatly

“Tsk tsk…” she hissed, "You think I'm a kid.” She cocked the gun.

He didn't flinch.Behind him,the men who had tried to stab him now lay lifeless on the ground.

He turned back to her, admiration glinting in his deadly eyes. “ Impressive,such a gorgeous lady

with killer skills.”

“Do you want me to try them on you?” She smirked, still aiming at him.

He said nothing,just walked towards her.

“Stay where you are or I'll pull the trigger!” She warned, stepping back

But he didn't stop .He kept coming.She fired but he caught the gun,jerking it upward.

Now there is no space left between them. Again, he inhaled her hair.

“You know.” He whispered, “ Our enemy is the same and the enemy of my enemy…is my friend,” his hand slid her mask.

She realized too late– he ripped it away and threw it aside.

And with the sharp jerk  her head snapped downward. Slowly, she lifted it again, revealing her face.

Deadly—just like her skills.

A slim face framed with a sharp jawline, her features carved like a model. A long, sleek nose, lips perfectly shaped and tinged with soft pink. She was breathtaking. Beautiful. And yet utterly lethal.

Her eyes, burning with rage, locked onto him. She stepped closer, leaning into his ear, her voice a venomous whisper.

“An enemy’s enemy can never be a friend, darling.”

With a ruthless shove, she pushed him aside and walked off—like the queen she was.

He stood frozen, his gaze trailing after her retreating figure. A twisted smile curled his lips as he whispered, “You’ve caught my eyes, Sirena. And now… you’ll be mine. Only mine. Wait for me, Sirena.”

His eyes lowered to the ground, littered with lifeless bodies. His voice dropped again, dark and possessive.

“You are different, Sirena. And I like… different things.”

Then, like a man possessed, he began laughing—wild, unhinged, echoing into the night.

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