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πΎππ πππ πππ ππππππ πππππ ππ ππππ πππππππ-ππ ππ πππππππ πππ ππππππππ?
πΎππ ππ ππππππ πππππππ ππ ππ ππππππππ πππ πππ ππππππππππ
πππ π πππππ ππ πππππ πππππππππ
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ππ§π’π¬π’π ππ§π³π¨π―π had been determined to become a detective since childhood. She believed in serving justice according to the law. She respected it.
Law was good.
It punished bad people.
At least, that was what she believed after the murderer of her mother and brother was sentenced to life imprisonment.
Until she encountered something that shattered her sense of justice.
ππ₯π’π¬πππ’π« wanted nothing more than to enjoy the warmth of sunny days.
Instead, his life turned upside down in a matter of seconds.
Captured. Trapped. Forced to do things no one should ever have to do.
And eventually, forced to become a lawyer who would defend the members of πππ ππππππ πππππππ.
They met as children.
They became each other's escape.
They thought the trust-and the love-they built would last.
Until Alistair did something Anisia hated to her core.
Years later, they met again as strangers.
On opposite sides of the same case.
Will it bring them closer-or become the reason for their damnation? Because case was just one thing, someone else was sending clues to Anisia about unethical experiments