Ava's mind whirled with the revelation she had stumbled upon. The mastermind, the one who had orchestrated so much chaos, had ties to her past. A past she had buried deep, locked away in a vault of forgotten memories. But now, that past was clawing its way back, desperate to be heard, desperate to be known.
She stopped, her pulse hammering in her ears, as a figure stepped out from the shadows, blocking her path. He was tall, lean, with a presence that screamed danger. His face was obscured by the brim of his hat, but Ava could feel his eyes boring into her, stripping away the layers she had carefully constructed over the years.
"Long time no see, Ava," the man said, his voice dripping with a familiarity that sent chills down her spine.
Ava's breath caught in her throat. She knew that voice. It belonged to someone she had once trusted, someone who had been a part of her past—a past she had tried so hard to forget.
