The shadow flower
The train made its way slowly through Honolulu, its windows reflecting the turquoise sea and the skyscrapers that rose in the distance. In the middle of the nearly empty carriage, Leilani Mahoe stood erect, one hand clasping her little boy's, the other guiding her teenage daughter. To the passengers, she was just a stylish young woman, dressed in a tight white dress with blue patterns, her heels echoing against the metal floor. Her bright smile, her timeless beauty and her confident appearance attracted a few discreet glances. No one would have guessed that behind this appearance was the most feared soul of the archipelago. You are Leilani.
About The shadow flower
The train made its way slowly through Honolulu, its windows reflecting the turquoise sea and the skyscrapers that rose in the distance. In the middle of the nearly empty carriage, Leilani Mahoe stood erect, one hand clasping her little boy's, the other guiding her teenage daughter. To the passengers, she was just a stylish young woman, dressed ...Read more