Kill or Die ?

The night was shrouded in darkness, and the tension in the room was palpable as the most prominent members of the mafia world gathered for a clandestine meeting. In their midst stood Huan Jing, the notorious mafia prodigy, a man whose name struck fear into the hearts of even the most hardened criminals.

But Huan Jing wasn't alone. He was accompanied by the enigmatic figure known as The Silver Mask—Si Jian in her alter ego. She had come to this gathering with a singular purpose, one that was veiled in the shadows of her own guilt and turmoil.

As the discussions among the mafia leaders grew heated, Si Jian, concealed beneath her silver mask and dark attire, watched and waited. She knew that the time for action was approaching, and her heart pounded with a mix of determination and trepidation.

Suddenly, a prominent member of the mafia, a man known for his brutality, made a move that would change the course of the night. He threatened Huan Jing, questioning his authority and loyalty. It was a challenge that could not go unanswered.

In the blink of an eye, The Silver Mask sprang into action. With lightning speed, she drew a concealed blade and plunged it into the heart of the defiant mafia member. Chaos erupted as the room filled with the horrified gasps and screams of onlookers.

The man's lifeless body crumpled to the floor, a pool of crimson forming around him. The message was clear—defiance would not be tolerated, and The Silver Mask was a force to be reckoned with.

But what happened next sent shockwaves through the room. Those who had witnessed the murder of their comrade raised their weapons, and a barrage of bullets was unleashed upon The Silver Mask. It should have been a fatal hail of gunfire, but something inexplicable occurred.

The bullets struck The Silver Mask, tearing through her dark attire, but they did not find their mark. She stood there, her silver mask reflecting the eerie glow of the room, untouched by the onslaught of gunfire.

The room descended into panic as the realization set in—The Silver Mask was impervious to bullets. Fear gripped the mafia leaders, and they scrambled for cover, their faces pale with terror.

In the midst of the chaos, The Silver Mask calmly raised her gloved hand, revealing the bullets embedded in her palm. With an almost casual gesture, she plucked them out one by one, the metallic clink of each bullet hitting the floor sending shivers down the spines of those who watched.

It was a horrifying display of power, one that left everyone in the room stunned and trembling. The Silver Mask had revealed a supernatural ability that defied explanation, a testament to her otherworldly prowess.

The ability was nothing but the addiction to pain and suffering she had inside her after suffering so much. The bullets and scars didn't affect her because she was dead long ago.

But there was something more to this spectacle than met the eye. It wasn't just about demonstrating her invincibility. It was a manifestation of the inner turmoil that had been consuming Si Jian. Guilt for loving a man who had tormented her family had festered within her, and the brutality she had unleashed was an outlet for the turmoil that raged within her soul.

In the midst of the chaos, Si Jian's thoughts had turned to Huan Jing. She had tried to kill him, to extinguish the source of her conflicting emotions, but her love for him had stayed her hand. It was a love that was both her salvation and her curse, a love that made her go feral in bloodlust.

As the mafia leaders cowered in fear, The Silver Mask turned her attention to Huan Jing, her green eyes meeting his beneath the silver mask. In that moment, he saw not just the merciless soul before him but the conflicted woman who had spared him, who had struggled with the demons of her own heart.

The night had changed everything. The Silver Mask had again revealed her invincibility, and the mafia world would never be the same. But for Si Jian, it was a night that had torn open the wounds of her past and left her grappling with the consequences of her actions.

In the aftermath of the terror she had unleashed, Si Jian retreated into the shadows once more, her heart heavy with the knowledge that her love for Huan Jing had spared him, even as it threatened to consume her. The Silver Mask had become a symbol not only of fear but also of the internal battle that raged within her—a battle between love and vengeance, between darkness and the fragile light of her heart.

As Si Jian, still concealed beneath the enigmatic guise of The Silver Mask, returned to her opulent mansion, the echoes of the night's violence reverberated in her mind. The weight of her actions pressed upon her like a vice, and the turmoil within her heart had reached its breaking point.

She had retreated to her dimly lit bedroom, the walls adorned with relics of her family's legacy and her own hidden arsenal of weapons. The silver mask, a symbol of her alter ego's ruthless persona, felt heavier than ever as it concealed her face,she removed it…revealing her strikingly stunning features.

In the solitude of her room, Si Jian found herself standing before a mirror, her own reflection a haunting reminder of the darkness that had consumed her. She had become a monster, a force of terror in the underworld, but the cost of that transformation weighed heavily on her soul.

As she gazed at her green venomous eyes that she always hid with brown lenses , a sense of hopelessness enveloped Si Jian. The guilt for her actions, for sparing Huan Jing and letting her emotions dictate her choices, gnawed at her conscience like a relentless predator.

In a moment of despair, she reached for a concealed blade, her trembling hands betraying her inner turmoil. It was a dark path she contemplated, a way to escape the pain that had become her constant companion.

But just as she raised the blade to her own throat, a voice shattered the silence of the room. "Si Jian, stop!"

Startled, Si Jian turned to see Huan Jing standing in the doorway, his eyes filled with a mixture of shock and desperation. He had followed her, tracking her from the scene of the violent confrontation, driven by a fear that she might do something irreversible.

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, something shifted within Si Jian. It was the recognition of the man who had both tormented and captivated her, the man she had tried to kill but could not. It was the reminder of the love she had struggled to understand and the guilt that had driven her to the brink.

Huan Jing took a cautious step closer, his voice soft and imploring. "Si Jian,taking your own life is not the answer. You're stronger than this."

Si Jian's hand wavered, the blade trembling in her grip. She felt torn between the darkness that had consumed her and the glimmer of hope that Huan Jing represented. Her heart ached with the weight of her actions, and the tears she had long suppressed threatened to spill.

In that fragile moment, she lowered the blade, her breaths ragged and uneven. The silver mask concealed her face, but it couldn't hide the vulnerability in her eyes.

Huan Jing approached slowly, as if afraid to startle a wounded animal. He reached out and gently took the blade from her trembling hand, setting it aside. His touch was tender, a stark contrast to the violence of their previous encounters.

"Why did you follow me?" Si Jian's voice was barely above a whisper, her gaze locked onto his.

Huan Jing hesitated for a moment before answering, his own emotions laid bare. "Because I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. Because, despite everything, I can't help but care about what happens to you."

Si Jian felt a rush of conflicting emotions—relief, confusion, and a flicker of hope. It was a complex web of feelings, and she knew that the journey ahead would not be easy. But in that moment, as Huan Jing stood before her, offering her a lifeline, she realized that perhaps there was a chance for redemption, for both of them.

"Why didn't you ever revealed these eyes of yours that held the green forest of turmoil inside you?…" Huan Jing asked with a smile as he touched Si Jian's cheeks to wipe away the tears.

"Huan Jing....this guilt of loving you…it consumes me…it's either I kill or I die.."

"Then kill…no one stopped you Si Jian."

Huan replied in a soft voice…

"I did….my own stupid feelings that I never wanted to have did…I always knew emotions and feelings are a weakness..now im experiencing that."

So Jian hands trembled as she wiped her tears quickly.