Dogs were kind and loyal, but cats were cruel, unreliable, and independent. Women could be like cats, mysterious yet alluring.
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At night, Gotham City burned like a firecracker. It looked like a falling meteor or like a glittering diamond, complimenting this city where danger lurked at any corner. In the dark, a lithe figure darted across buildings. She was the creation of shadow and darkness. She was cold, independent, and unapproachable. She was a cat and also a woman.
Many years ago, she took a quiet oath to put away her dream and used warmth to cover up her cold heart. She became a thief and used freedom and her life as a bet for her hunt. When she was merely eighteen, her skill was at the height. She selected her targets carefully, and her movement was silent and unknown. She no longer a thief but a master thief. Then she changed…
