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Auphora
No one remembers a ghost.
I exist between life and death-nameless, unattached, untouchable. My hands heal, my mind is a weapon, and my past is buried deep.
Until them.
Dante. The ruthless king.
Alexander. The fortress.
Armani. The executioner.
Dimitri. The mastermind.
Luna. The unbreakable survivor.
They bled onto my table, begging for a miracle-I gave them one. Now, they hunt me. Their world is power and violence, yet they want me.
As theirs.
But I belong to no one.
And I will fight.
Dante, Alexander, Armani, Dimitri, Luna
She saved what we thought was lost.
Luna was dying. No one could save her-until she walked in. Calm, untouchable. Auphora Kaizen. A name unknown, but unforgettable.
She didn't just defy odds-she shattered them. And we knew.
We needed her.
But she's a ghost. The more she slips away, the more we crave her.
We don't let go. Not mysteries. Not ghosts. Not her.
She thinks she can run. She thinks she can fight.
But she's already ours.