The Story Weaver.

The Break In.

[GRIM's MANSION....]

"I guess I managed to convince him that I broke down the door," Kitty breathed out, a sly smile spreading across her face. In reality, she hadn't broken anything; she had simply used the small pet door to slip out.

"He completely forgot about it," she thought to herself. "Mom must have had a pet before she left here."

As she wandered around the house, her mind turned to her father's mysterious departure. "How the hell will she know where her father went? She needs a tracker."

Just then, a soft voice interrupted her thoughts. "Miss?"

Kitty turned to see Mrs. Nam standing behind her. "Mrs. Nam, aren't you asleep? Or did my father call...?" Kitty asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Yes, miss, he ordered me to ensure your safety," Mrs. Nam replied, her expression serious.

She waved her hand dismissively. "Just go sleep, I'm going nowhere. I need to know where my dad went. I won't sleep until I hear from him about how he met my mom."

Mrs. Nam's face broke into a warm smile. "What if I tell you... will you sleep?"

"Really?" she squealed, her eyes sparkling with delight.

{On a Tower Beside Grimm's Cartel}

After carefully setting up his sniper rifle, he loaded the bullet into the chamber, took aim at Brandon's men, and fired.

The shots continued in rapid succession. Brandon's assistant, Pedro, watched in horror as his men fell.

He knew Grimm's signature style all too well. Peering into the darkness, Pedro struggled to pinpoint his location, but the angle of the gunfire gave him a rough idea. With a defiant gesture, Pedro flipped Grimm the middle finger.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!" he bellowed, issuing orders to his remaining men. As they laid down cover fire, they hastily retreated to the bus that had brought them and sped away.

"Cowards!" Grimm muttered to himself, shaking his head in disgust. "I wonder how they knew..." His voice trailed off, lost in thought.

Unknown to Grimm, the attack on his cartel was merely a diversion. The Brandons had orchestrated the assault to draw his attention away from his mansion. It was a clever trap. Meanwhile, the Brandons converged to his mansion, their true target.

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"Really, my dad was that cold?" Kitty asked, her voice tinged with a mix of surprise and curiosity. She smiled, revealing her pink gum, as she awaited Mrs. Nam's response.

"Yes!, Your mom was who broke him to be that weak," She nodded solemnly.

"Wow!!"

"Can you go to bed now?" Mrs. Nam asked, attempting to steer the conversation back on track.

"I guess so...." Kitty's voice trailed off as they heard gunshots echoing from downstairs.

Mrs. Nam quickly peeked out the window.

"The Brandons are here! It was a trap!" She panicked, her voice trembling with fear.

She swiftly grabbed her phone to call Grimm. "How is she?!" Grimm asked immediately, his voice firm and commanding.

"Get the hell out of there! It's a trap – the Brandons have broken into the house!" Mrs. Nam screamed into the phone.

"How? You guys go hide,Don't panic, I'll be there in a minute," He reassured her before ending the call.

As he prepared to leave, he was confronted by about 30 men wielding golf clubs and knives.

"Hello, Mr. Grimm," one of the gangsters sneered, making a move to strike him.

However, he was quicker. He dodged the attack, rolled over, and delivered a swift kick to the gangster's groin.

.....

"Let's move!" Mrs. Nam urged, dragging Little Kitty along with her.

"No, you follow me," Kitty instructed, taking charge as she dragged Mrs. Nam out of the building to the second floor, where the safe room was located.

She pushed aside a painting, and a hidden brick wall swung open. "Whoa!" Mrs. Nam gasped, surprised.

"It's not the time to be surprised, Granny... Can you shoot?" Kitty asked, leaving Mrs. Nam dumbfounded.

"Noooo! I don't know anything about weapons..." She replied, trembling.

"Then why did my dad hire you?" Kitty asked, her voice rising in frustration as she struggled to keep her tone down.

"I've been his nanny since his birth," Mrs. Nam explained, her voice shaking.

"Oh, I see. Just help me get my bag, and please hurry, ma!" Kitty instructed, rushing back into the building while Mrs. Nam retrieved her bag.

She pulled out a sturdy, metal-carved bow and a quiver full of metal arrows. Mrs. Nam rushed in, dropping her bag beside Kitty as she rummaged through it. A sly smile spread across Kitty's face as she retrieved a small container.

"I knew I'd need you," she whispered, kissing the container. "What's that?" Mrs. Nam asked, covering her nose.

"Scorpion and cobra poison. A mixture of both," Kitty replied, dipping her arrows into the liquid. She stored the container in her pajama pocket.

"Mrs. Nam, stay here. No matter what happens, don't come out until my father returns. But I'll be back before he arrives," Kitty instructed, securing the quiver of arrows to her back. The weight was substantial, but she didn't mind. She was on a mission to eliminate the "bad humans."

"Hmm, Kitty, I—"

She swiftly silenced Mrs. Nam with a gentle neck strike, rendering her unconscious. "She talks too much," She smirked, hurrying out of the room. She closed the door discreetly, positioning herself near the main entrance.

With her bow at the ready, arrow nocked and pointed toward the door, Kitty waited. Any slight sound would trigger her shot.

Five minutes passed before the door creaked open. Kitty released her arrow, striking the incoming attacker straight in the skull. Blood oozed from the wound as he collapsed.

"Whoa! I'm about to turn nine, and I'm already a massive killer... Did I break a record or... maybe I'm still learning?" Kitty chuckled, continuing to shoot anyone who dared to enter.

As the confrontation unfolded, Kitty was left with only one, she spotted one attacker in front of her and heard the footsteps of another approaching. Her acute hearing allowed her to pinpoint the second attacker's location.

"I told my dad to teach me how to use a gun, but he didn't listen. Now I have to kill two men with just one arrow. If it were a gun, I could've just reloaded another bullet. Gosh, he's such a bad man, right?" Kitty asked the attacker before her, setting her arrow firmly in the bow.

She released the arrow the moment the other gangster entered. It slit the first guy's neck slightly before piercing the second guy's neck.

"Wow, I see you missed, little girl," he laughed, clutching the slit side of his neck.

"I never miss," she winked at him. "I just wanted to see how fast the poison kills."

Almost immediately, he started coughing up clotted blood. Gasping for breath, his face turned purple, and his pupils dilated. He died on the spot.

"I told you!" she muttered, approaching the main floor. She discarded the arrow, mussed her hair, and adopted a frightened expression.

"It's time to be the bait. Dad's men are too lazy," she smirked to herself.

She came into view, covering her ears with her hands like a scared child. Suddenly, she fell to the ground, crawling backward with tears streaming down her face.

"Who are you guys...?" she wailed loudly, drawing the attention of Brandon's gang.

"Save the Master's Niece!" Pedro roared as he rushed towards her. The other stronger men in the gang followed suit.

"Idiots," she cursed inwardly as they surrounded her, dropping their guard.

"Now, shoot!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, signaling her dad's guards.

Seizing the opportunity, they opened fire, killing Pedro's men before they could react.

Pedro swiftly grabbed Kitty and cradled her in his arms. "You little devil!" he cursed, fleeing with her.

"Remember, you said so!" She muttered before sinking her teeth into his flesh. Pedro opened his mouth to scream, but a bitter liquid flowed down his throat instead. He tried to vomit, but it was no use.

"What was that...?" He struggled to say before collapsing to the ground, foaming from the mouth.

"It was poison," Kitty said calmly. "Moral lesson: Never trust a mafia boss's daughter."

She let out a tired yawn, watching as her dad's men finished off Brandon's gang. The survivors fell to the ground, panting heavily.

As the chaos subsided, a figure emerged from the gate, illuminated by the moonlight.

"Papa!" Kitty squealed with delight, rushing towards him.

He enveloped her in a warm hug, then set her down and knelt beside her.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" he asked, inspecting her for injuries.

"No, Dad, you've got a sharp kid," Kitty replied, concern written on her face. "What about you, Dad? Are you alright?" She pouted, eyeing the bloodstains and injuries covering his body.

He winced, he was stabbed in the stomach, arm, and left palm.

"I...am...fine," he grunted, struggling to straighten his back.

"Ahh...Ouch," he winced, clutching his stomach.

"I'm fine," he repeated, his voice strained.

He took two unsteady steps before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.

Kitty yelled out, her voice trembling "Dadddd..."