“The Fall into Darkness”– Part 1

The Hunt Begins – Spirit Becomes a Weapon

They called her Spirit.

Not as a compliment.

Not as a sign of recognition.

But because she was nothing anymore.

No face. No past. No name.

Just a ghost moving through the streets of Prime Eden – silent, deadly, efficient.

And it worked.

Aria learned how to take someone down without making a sound. How to enter a room without leaving a trace.

Vex, Zephyr, Reeve, and Vera watched her.

And they saw that she was something special.

Each mission became harder.

But she completed them.

Because if she didn't – she was nothing.

First Doubts – The Ghost in the Mirror

The first night she no longer recognized herself came sooner than she had expected.

She stood before a mirror in a dark room.

The frame was old, the edges rusty.

The glass was fogged, as if it was afraid to show her true face.

Aria lifted her hand.

Her fingers trembled.

And as her reflection moved, for a brief moment, she felt like she was looking at someone else.

Something dark. Something that didn't belong to her.

Then she blinked – and it was gone.

An illusion.

Or was it?

The Dark Missions – No Turning Back

The Bloodchain was not just a network.

It was a machine.

And Aria was a gear in its mechanism.

Sometimes it was espionage.

Sometimes it was threats.

Sometimes it was murder.

And it was always easier than it should have been.

She stopped asking questions.

Because she knew she didn't want to hear the answers.

The Turning Point – The Monster in the Mirror

The night she understood what she had become started quietly.

She entered a house.

The walls were covered in old wallpaper, the scent of candle wax hung in the air.

The target waited in the next room.

Vex had told her there was only one person.

But when she opened the door –

She saw the child.

Small. Maybe six or seven years old.

Eyes wide open.

Clutching onto their mother.

"Spirit?"

Zephyr stood behind her.

His tone was curious. Expectant.

She wasn't supposed to hesitate.

But she did.

Only for a moment.

But it was enough.

Because in that moment, she saw herself.

Not as she was.

But as she had once been.

A child trapped in a dark world.

A child who had hoped for rescue.

A child who didn't deserve to die.

But did she deserve it?

"Spirit."

The gun was in her hand.

Her fingers felt cold.

"Do it."

The shot echoed through the darkness.

Blood on the floor.

A shadow in the light.

A monster in the mirror.

And this time, it was real.

The Final Break – The Last Sacrifice

There was no turning back.

Spirit was no longer Aria.

The days passed – but she no longer felt them.

The nights came – but she no longer slept.

The voices remained, no matter how often she tried to forget them.

She started drinking.

Sometimes just a sip.

Sometimes more.

But it didn't help.

The screams were still there.

And when she looked in the mirror, her face was gone.

Only the ghost remained.

The End of the Dream – The Return to the Present

The images flickered.

Something pulled her back.

Cold.

Metal.

A feeling around her neck.

A Bloodchain member.

Tearing her out of her dreams.