Phoenix is not your average heroic hero. In fact, she is the complete opposite. Sentence to life in a corrupt world, she is the epitome of nurture vs nature. Phoenix was no ordinary girl. She was cold and sadistic. Qualities honed to be as sharp as a knife's edge for whenever the occasion called for it. If she had a life before all this, she had no memory. Well, nothing before the vigorous training she endured to become the best of the best. None were her equal. But sitting at the top meant being alone. It meant being unable to trust. More than ever, this time when she was called upon.
With everyone around her being her enemy, she had no choice but to rush headfirst into trouble. But this time, something was different. She was hunting someone, lusting for revenge, but in her eagerness to spill blood, has she stumbled upon something she cannot handle?
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