In this world, Naomi yielded to only three people unconditionally.
Griffin, Maeve, and Charlie.
Those three were her saviors, the ones who had pulled her from the abyss and given her a second chance at life.
Hearing that her savior had been butchered in such a horrific way tore at her soul.
Maeve's eyes turned desolate, haunted by a past she desperately wanted to keep buried.
Charlie's death was a waking nightmare she could never escape.
A year and a half ago, while operating under the alias 'K', she had stumbled upon a dark web listing.
Someone was offering astronomical bounties for live human hearts.
Buying live hearts was no different from buying executions.
Disgusted to her core, Maeve had followed the digital trail deep into the underground.
But pulling that thread unraveled something massive.
The anonymous listing was tied to a sprawling network of highly powerful organizations.
These syndicates had the blood of countless innocent people on their hands.
They were running a massive, unabashed organ trafficking empire right under the authorities' noses.
Infuriated, Maeve weaponized her god-tier hacking skills, ripping through their firewalls to extract the entire syndicate's roster.
She dumped the encrypted data directly to the highest levels of law enforcement.
With a few keystrokes, she single-handedly annihilated Bayside City's corrupt medical underworld.
But the shadow bosses refused to go down quietly. They hired elite cyber mercenaries to hunt her.
Tracing the digital breadcrumbs, they managed to track down her alias.
Overnight, the name 'K' was plastered across The Kill List.
The masterminds issued an absolute execution order. Dead or alive, K had to be eliminated.
The bounty on her head? Three hundred million dollars.
Three hundred million dollars was enough to drive anyone insane.
"They thought he was K."
Maeve didn't need to elaborate. Naomi could easily picture the horrific aftermath.
Those monsters had just lost their empire. They were capable of unimaginable depravity.
Once Charlie fell into their hands, they would have ensured his final hours were pure agony.
"Where was Mr. Griffin?" Naomi demanded. "How could he not intervene when everything went to hell?"
Maeve was Griffin's adopted daughter.
Charlie was his apprentice.
If either of them were in mortal danger, Griffin would typically tear the world apart to save them.
"He was in seclusion when it happened," Maeve whispered.
Every year, like clockwork, Griffin would vanish for a set period.
He called it seclusion, but even Maeve had no idea where he actually went during those weeks.

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