A young girl stood by a fence as she looked up she saw her best friend Isaac who rushed over and hugged her. Three years ago she found out she was not the biological daughter of the Ashwood Family because of that she wa mistreated but then something happened the Ashwood biological daughter Selena did a hit and run because of that they begged Primrose to take the blame for Selena because she suffered. Primrose hates owing anyone favors so she agreed but who knew in those three years not only did these juvenile detention people tried to bully her but those so called Ashwood Family didn't even come and visit her only Isaac. When people found out that Primrose was a fake all her so called best friends all turned their backs on her when she needed them the most they didn't care. Only two people cared Isaac and Tessie.
"Prim, how are you?"
"Three years in juvenile detention does you wonders," she said indifferently as she got inside the car.
"Prim, I want to let you know something your fashion designs clothes, and paintings Selena took them and made them hers."
"Oh so she stole?"
"Yes she did steal, but not just because of that no design like that people are calling her genius in painting, and design they moved to Italy."
Primrose looked at the New York City. She raised her hand as she touched her chin.
"Oh how wonderful, I am only 17 years old only need one more year of school, Isaac how do you feel like going to Italy and attending high school there? I would love good drama," Primrose said with a sweet smile on her face and Isaac laughed because this meant Primrose would not take it easy.
Isaac's laughter echoed in the car, a bright sound against the city's hum. He shook his head, a fond smile playing on his lips.
"You're unbelievable, Prim. Always finding a way to turn lemons into lemonade, even when life hands you a whole orchard of rotten ones." He paused, his expression softening as he looked at her.
"Seriously though, Italy? That could be amazing. A fresh start, away from all this… mess." He gestured vaguely towards the city skyline, encompassing the memories of betrayal and hardship that clung to it like smog.
Primrose leaned back against the plush leather of the car seat, her gaze distant as she considered his words. The idea of Italy held a certain allure – a chance to reinvent herself, to shed the weight of her past and forge a new identity.
"Isaac you must know where the Ashwood Family is now."
Isaac eyes became cold.
"You mean that disgusting family? I swear to god if it wasn't for your help there AI business would of not been that great and there underground business would of not been good at all either but when their real precious daughter returned for a full year you had to give up everything for her no matter what! Then she did a hit and run and they begged you take the fall for them! Ugh after that they refused to even pay a lawyer for you! The moment you were in juvenile detention does you know the spread rumors that you are nothing but a troublemaker who would lead their so called darling stray! So they moved to Italy!" Isaac said and Primrose eyes slightly narrowed she grabbed her shabby backpack she doesn't know who her birth family is nor does she care. In the Ashwood Family Primrose was always pressured to be the perfect daughter if she was not she would be punished from young age she learned to be perfect to be calm, to never shade tears actually it has been 17 years since she has ever shaded a tear how sad is that?
"There is a mission of course if you are up for it. It's in the Amazon forest."
"Ten million and I will do it," she said simply.
"Alright they would pay you that amount," Isaac said and Primrose just nodded her head.
Two months later
Amazon Jungle
The most dangerous area in the world.
Ice Xal {Set Fire and killed 35 people} Ice was running as he was bleeding.
Ice the next moment he was killed by another man Rager who was a serial killer who killed fifteen people all young woman raped them too.
At that moment they was a bang and Rager dropped on the ground. They four other men who also have killed many people.
"It's another shot," one of them said.
This is a game that is called Escape of Murder. The participants are all heinous criminals awaiting for execution. The only winner would be granted a pardon.
"Damn it the person has killed twentyfive people and we don't even know who it is!" Someone named Jin said.
"Those who were killed by that person one shot in the forehead I can't shot as well as that person," another said.
Bang.
This time the shot was on the side and Jin dropped down dead within seconds.
"Finally I have been waiting for you all," a female voice said it was no other then Primrose she wore red crop top, black military pants that had many pockets. Primrose was spinning the pink sparkling gun around her finger.
"It's you who killed the people!" Someone shouted.
"It's it obvious?" Primrose indifferently so annoying.
"You see carrying a gun that is against the rules!" Someone shouted. Primrose then smirked as she grabbed a branch and jumped down.
"But I am not a participant I am the hunter," she said in a deadly voice she wore a purple mask that covered half of her face. The other criminals trembled in fear.
Primrose relished the fear radiating from the other criminals. The Amazonian humidity clung to her skin, but she barely noticed, her focus entirely on the game unfolding before her. The pink gun felt strangely comforting in her hand, a stark contrast to the deadly precision it represented. She spun it again, enjoying the way the light caught the sparkling finish, a playful gesture that belied the danger she embodied.
She vaulted down from the elevated position, landing with a silent grace that defied her practical attire. The purple mask accentuated her sharp features, lending an air of mystery and menace. It was a role she played well – detached, observant, and utterly ruthless when necessary.
"The hunter," she repeated, savoring the tremor in their voices. It was exhilarating to be the predator after a lifetime of feeling like prey.