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A seemingly simple mission. A woman had been captured during a Phantom Troupe operation and was merely the target of a capture mission. Feitan and another member were tasked with interrogating her. She remained seated on the floor, her wrists bound by chains. She showed no fear, only observation. Feitan remained silent, following her every move. Something was wrong. She was too calm. Several minutes passed before she raised her face.

You guys are quite interesting... The Phantom Troupe, right?

Feitan narrowed her eyes. Before anyone could react, she moved her wrists. Click. The chains simply came loose, effortlessly. She stood up and straightened her clothes.

Well... that's enough. I need to go.

The other member stood on alert. Feitan just stared at her, indifferent. Then she smiled. That smile sent a chill down the Troupe member's spine.

It can't be...

She looked at him.

Oh, I almost forgot.

He walked to the exit and glanced over his shoulder.

You can call me Bloody Rose.

The blood in his limbs froze. The Bloody Rose. The legendary assassin known in the underworld for eliminating her targets with brutality and frightening precision. A woman whose identity had remained unknown for years. And she had been there the whole time. Not as a prisoner, but as an observer. She had allowed herself to be captured in order to study the two, analyzing every movement, reaction, and method of the Troupe.

It was a pleasure meeting you.

In an instant, she vanished. Too quickly for any reaction. Feitan continued staring at the empty space where she had been, completely indifferent. Then he looked away. But there was something different in his eyes. Interest. The supposed prey had just turned two members of the Phantom Troupe into her own guinea pigs.