A L I C E

PROLOGUE

Amanda, a woman once full of dreams, gentle and kind, hailing from the wealthy Velliegaz family, known for their joyful and peaceful nature. Their mansion was a haven of laughter and warmth, where love and happiness reigned supreme. But one fateful night, darkness descended upon the Velliegaz household, extinguishing the lights and shattering the foundation of their world. In the aftermath, Amanda, once a shy and innocent maiden, emerged transformed - her heart now encased in ice, her eyes burning with a cold, calculating fire. She, who once radiated warmth, now exuded an aura of ruthless determination, her soul consumed by an insatiable thirst for vengeance. The gentle Amanda was gone, replaced by a deadly avenger, hell-bent on unleashing her wrath upon those who destroyed her paradise.

As the shadows danced across her face, Amanda's gaze turned steely, her voice dripping with venom, she whispered to herself, "The time for mercy is over. Now, it's time for justice... my way." The once peaceful halls of the Velliegaz mansion now echoed with her chilling resolve, as she began to plot her descent into darkness, driven by a hunger for retribution that would leave no stone unturned, no heart unbroken. The world trembled at the thought of the angel turned avenger, as Amanda set her sights on the architects of her downfall, ready to unleash a storm that would shatter the very foundations of their existence,But in her reckless pursuit, she became a fleeting gust of wind, suddenly vanishing from sight, as she was marked for death and narrowly escaped the fatal blow. Her would-be assassins closed in, their knives glinting in the moonlight, but Amanda was quicker, darting into the shadows like a ghost. The sound of her breath, the beat of her heart, everything seemed to slow down as she slipped away from the edge of disaster.

For a moment, it seemed as though she had vanished into thin air, leaving behind only the echoes of her footsteps and the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the darkness. Her enemies searched high and low, their anger and frustration growing with each passing minute, but Amanda was gone, lost in the labyrinth of alleys and streets, her trail cold and growing colder by the second.

And as she disappeared into the night, Amanda couldn't help but wonder if she had finally met her match, or if this was just another twist in the game she was playing. The thrill of the chase still coursed through her veins, but a newfound sense of caution crept in, a reminder that in this deadly dance, one misstep could be her last. The stakes were higher now, the players more ruthless, and Amanda was ready to raise the bet, to push the limits, and to see who would blink first.

The city was her playground, the shadows her shield, and Amanda was just getting started. She had a score to settle, and nothing was going to stand in her way, not even the specter of death itself. Her heart pounded with anticipation, her senses on high alert, as she melted into the darkness, ready to strike when the time was right. The game was on, and Amanda was all in.

The hours ticked by, the night wearing on, and Amanda remained a ghost, unseen and unheard, moving through the city's underbelly like a silent predator. Her enemies thought they had her cornered, but she was always one step ahead, always watching, always waiting. And when the dawn broke, casting its golden light over the city, Amanda was gone, vanished into the crowd, her legend growing with each passing day.

But the question remained, would she be able to keep her lead, or would the hunters eventually catch up? Only time would tell, as Amanda continued to play the game of shadows and lies, where one wrong move could mean the difference between life and death. The stakes were high, the players ruthless, and Amanda was ready to play.