"Got all you need?"

"Hm."

"Good." He was silent for a moment as he watches her. "Be back before morning." Alive.

Her movements of loading the guns stop. She looks at him with calm silver eyes. "I know." Don't worry.

"Use your Soulpower. You can't forever run from your problem, Ara. Instead of avoiding, you should embrace it. It's a part of you."

She continuing prepare the weapons for tonight job in silence.

"I'm just looking out for you—"

"I know." She cuts him off.

He stop talking. He knows her, in and out. He knows she didn't mean to get angry with him. She just doesn't know how to express her feelings properly.

"Okay, then. Careful."

With that he gives her a side hug before leaving.

She didn't mean to snap for no reason. She just a little irritated. Her memories are surfing back up, suffocating her whole. She knows he understands her intention. But does she wants to stay like this forever? Always hurting her loved ones? She has no one in this world other than her siblings. They are the only people that sincerely care for her and love her despite her differences and uniqueness. And deep down, she knows she cares for them as greatly.

Ara hardens her will.

Her will to makes Alaric and Alvaro happy. For that to happen, she has to have a strong heart. Thus, she hardens it and straightens up, walking out of their enormous house with steel determination.

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The chilling breeze of December blow her smooth purple palette strands of hair out of her face. She looks blankly at the magnificent mansion in front of her. She then glances back to the set of adress on a piece of paper in her hand to confirm her target, before she looks back at the mansion and pulls up her black mask to her nose, revealing only her mesmerizing silver eyes. The exceptionally cursive word at the corner of the paper in lavender colour stands out among the black inked words.

It reads, Rio.

She moves stealthily to the house, with an inhuman speed and stealth. If anyone would see, they would see a pair of glowing orbs in the dark. The silver orbs now shining brighter, with specks of rose gold and violet scatters, the dark blue, black and purple dominating the space, makes them look like the night sky, no, a galaxy. When you looks into those set of eyes, its as if the whole galaxy are in them, makes you feel like you are just one of those very tiny speck compares to the whole galaxy.

Taking out her laptop, she began to tapping on keyboard at an impressive speed with light touch, makes it seems like her fingers are flying across the keyboard. After a few minutes staring at the incomprehensible numbers that makes one dizzy, the clicking then stop as she pack it back in her bag.

She passed the CCTV around the front lawn and entry with ease, and eventually she arrived in front of the fancy front door. Taking out the pin from her hair, she bent it to a certain angles and shoves it to the lock of the door.

With a faint sound of click, she pushed open the double door with her black gloved hand. Eyes still glowing, she gives the living room of the house a curt glance before she goes straight to the upper floor of the mansion. The aura around her seems to change from back there earlier. As if she is an entirely different person.

Her steps are light, not making any single sound. The owner of the mansion, Michael Lewis doesn't live with his family. The father of two daughters and a husband of his wife, Michael is a man of wealth and power. This billionaire is the top 50 of the richest men in the world. Despite his achievements, he climbed this leader of ranks in the business world with ill ways. To be the man he is today, he has committed a few crimes including bribing and even killing.

When money and power blinds people, they tend to do whatever it takes for them to grasp it in their palms.

Ara came to face a white modern door of the master bedroom. She twisted the doorknob, and it open without protest.

She sneaks in smoothly until she caught sight of an old man around 50's snoring his night away. The room is dark with only a night lamp lighting the space. The king sized bed is pushed up to the wall, the white sheets is smooth without wrinkles.

This is too easy.

Too easy that it raises suspicion.

She glanced around the room swiftly before lift the blanket away from the man laying on the bed.

Or pillows.

Hmm.

A glint in her corner of her eyes alerted her of another person lunging at her. She easily dodge the weak attack and give the person perfect side kick.

She began to hum a familiar tone inside her head, a habit she gathered throughout the years.

Her job that night ends smoothly.

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The dirty blond man is silent among the chatters. The dark room seems to give him a chance to space out without his sworn brothers notice. A warm feeling spreads out inside him, makes him feels all light and giddy. As if agreeing with him, the voice in his mind suddenly humming a familiar tune, that it now buried deep inside his mind.

A hard slap to his shoulder brings him out of his world cruelly.

His hazel eyes move to the suspect, his brows furrowed, annoyed.

"What?"

Violet eyes clashing with hazel, the brunette looks at him, incredulous. "Why are you so grumpy?" The brunette's wrinkled forehead then smoothed out in realization. "Ah, is it your—"

"Did I lose again?"

"Ha! That's why you have to focus!"

The brunette turned his attention back to the flat screen television, grabbing his controller to continue playing.

The dirty blond then copies his brother too, ready to play. But then a voice murmuring inside his mind makes him halted for a second, before he continues to play the video game with a smile graces his angelic face.

𝓐 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮