Prologue

ANG HULING ALAALA NI ZEYNA

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“Confirming target.”

“Visual lock. Si Zeyna ‘yan.”

“Execute in 3… 2…”

BANG!

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Blood.

The first thing Zeyna tasted was metal sa dila niya. Dugo.

Mabilis. Malamig. Sobrang dami.

Pero kahit anong sakit, kahit anong tama, hindi siya bumagsak.

Hindi siya gano’n.

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Zeyna Valez, a.k.a. Blackbird, The Phantom, La Diabla —

At kahit anong tawag sa kanya, isa lang ang totoo:

Wala siyang kabog.

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Ten minutes earlier...

“Area’s clear. Isang tango on the third floor. Target’s package is near the vault.”

Her voice was low, kalmado, habang kausap ang teammate sa comms.

“Copy that. Zeyna, you have 6 minutes before backup arrives.”

“Too long,” sagot niya, habang nilalagyan ng silencer ang baril.

Tahimik siyang gumalaw sa loob ng lumang steel factory sa Bulgaria — isang haunted building na tinawag ng locals na "Kutsalata".

Pero hindi siya naniniwala sa multo.

She was the ghost.

Wala siyang armor. Wala siyang takot. May hawak lang siyang silencer at punit-punit na mission file.

Ang mission?

Retrieve classified drive. Eliminate target. No witnesses.

Standard. Easy. Boring.

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Pero hindi siya pinadala dito dahil madali.

Pinadala siya dito dahil delikado.

At siya lang ang may enough skill para gawin ‘to nang mag-isa.

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Nakarating siya sa vault. Nasa kamay na niya ang target USB.

Done.

Dapat paalis na siya. Pero something felt… off.

Sobrang tahimik. Walang static sa comms. Walang echo ng steps. Walang birds sa labas.

Too quiet.

Then...

Click.

Sound ng boots behind her.

She turned fast — but not fast enough.

BANG!

One bullet to the gut.

Two to the shoulder.

One missed.

"Zeyna—!" boses ng comms, pero putol.

Static. Silence.

She fell to one knee.

Hindi siya makapagsalita. Hindi siya makahinga.

Pero hindi pa siya tapos.

She rolled sideways, took cover behind a pillar.

Then looked around.

Wala. Ghosts.

Mga anino lang. Lahat nakasuot ng elite black gear — same as her team.

“Who the hell are you?” bulong niya, nanginginig.

Then her heart dropped.

Kilala niya ang baril.

Ang stance.

Ang pattern.

It was her own squad.

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“Zeyna Valez. Elite agent. Too dangerous to keep alive,” someone whispered sa dark.

“Ito ang utos. We’re sorry.”

Hindi siya makagalaw. Pero ngumiti pa rin siya.

“P—pathetic,” she choked. “You need five of you to take me down?”

Tinanggal niya ang bloodstained gloves.

Sa loob nito, hawak pa rin niya ang mini detonator.

“Guess what…” she smiled. “I still win.”

Click.

BOOM.

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Ang buong gusali sumabog.

Lahat ng kalaban? Wala na.

Zeyna? Wala na ring natirang katawan.

But just before the flames reached her,

she looked up to the dark sky and whispered…

“Kung may next life… sana mas peaceful.”

Then darkness.

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 But the universe had other plans.

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 Somewhere... far away

Isang soft na kutson. Isang hangin na mabango. Isang boses ng yaya.

“Celestina, gising na. Your father is waiting.”

Napadilat ang mga mata ni Zeyna.

Pero hindi siya si Zeyna ngayon.

Golden hair. Maputi. Walang peklat. Malambot ang kamay.

“...Ano ‘to?” she whispered. “Saan ako?”

Pagtingin niya sa salamin, hindi siya makapaniwala.

And as she stared at the face of Celestina Alfero,

the most useless mafia daughter in the empire…

Zeyna Valez smirked.

> “Mukhang ako na ang multong babangon mula sa kamatayan.”

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END OF PROLOGUE

 Chapter 1: “The Shame of the Alfero Mafia” — Coming Next!

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Author's note [Mga Beh, ready ka na ba kayo sa Chapter 1? Doon natin simulan ang adjustment arc ni Zeyna sa bagong katawan — weak body, cruel servants, pero killer mindset..]

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