Daddys Little Killer

The night air hung heavy with the scent of rain, and the soft tap of a blade against glass echoed in the dimly lit room. A figure stood, cloaked in shadows, eyes gleaming with cold determination. She was small, delicate even, but the weight of her father's legacy pressed upon her shoulders like an iron cage. Her father had taught her everything she needed to know about survival, about precision, and about making enemies vanish without a trace. Now, as she looked at the reflection in the window, a faint smile curled on her lips.She had been daddy's little girl-until she became daddy's little killer.The world outside had no idea that she, once sweet and innocent, had become something darker. And no one, not a single soul, could guess that the blood that ran through her veins wasn't just his. It was her own-her own thirst for vengeance, for power, for control.And tonight, someone would learn just how far she was willing to go to make sure that the people who wronged them both paid the ultimate price.She was Daddy's little killer, and nothing in this world could stop her now.