The ThreeBirth System

"Nalita!" she heard her name as though it was from afar off. Who could it be? She opened her eyes and before her was a man, his heavy cut on the forehead was the first thing she saw, then the beard which was a mix of black, white, and golden hairs, and then the beads of perspiration mixed with blood on his forehead. "Oh I thought I lost you forever," the man said. Suzzane stared at the enigmatic figure and wriggled her head to both sides, trying to know where she was; heaven or hell? Or another fantasy world. Suzanne's head was throbbing as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. The unfamiliar face and the noise around her only added to her confusion. She mustered the strength to sit up, her gaze fixated on the stranger who had called her a name that wasn't hers."Who... who are you?" she managed to whisper, her voice trembling.The man's eyes welled up with tears, his voice choked with emotion. "Nalita, my dear, I thought I lost you forever," he said again, his voice quiveri

They returned to the magnificent mansion, its grandeur standing tall against the horizon. As Suzanne stepped out of the van, a sigh escaped her lips, and her gaze swept across the impressive building.Everywhere she looked, guards stood watch, their sunglasses concealing their eyes, and earpieces adorning their necks. Firmly gripping their weapons, they diligently patrolled the premises. Each bowed slightly at the sight of their boss. It was expected. It was a mafia boss' domain. Thus, it should be properly guarded and armed. The memories of this place flooded Suzanne's mind, downloaded and etched into her consciousness. She knew the lanes, the rooms, the secret rooms, the cells, the underground passage and the locks that opened them. She walked confidently through the manicured lawns, guided by the imprints of her past.Vince followed closely behind her and their footsteps echoed through the halls until they found themselves in a lavishly furnished ensuite bedroom, dominated by a w

The Swift hands of the weasel reached into the drawer and she drew out a desert eagle. She took the clips and inserted them, her eyes flashing with courage and hostility, even with the memories of the woman she was sharing a body with, she had never welded a gun before. Muscle memory became her guide. She loaded the clip in the gun, the gunshots heralding into the night. As she was about to exit the bedroom, the door opened and the maid that had brought Aurora burst into the bedroom, her arm stained with blood from the bullet scrape she received. “ Ma’am please take Aurora and run.” She warned, gritting her teeth in pain. Nalita dropped her hand to her side and rushed to the maid, she placed a hand on her unwounded shoulder and a grim look married her face.” I have to protect this fort, don't worry about me, just take care of Aurora until I return.” “ But ma’am...” Her protest died in her mouth when she saw the comforting look from Narita. With the maid reassured, Nalita grabbed