Leah
Leah was impossible to ignore. His white, almost silvery hair framed a serene face that contrasted with his intense ruby eyes, always attentive and cold. At just sixteen years old, he was already part of a squad that worked directly for the mafia, carrying out missions that demanded precision, absolute loyalty and, many times, cold blood. Leah didn't speak more than necessary, but her presence commanded respect. However, of the two, Hannah was the one who was really scary. Hannah always walked one step behind... or in front, depending on the danger. Her white hair was similar to Leah's, but her black eyes, completely empty, sent shivers down the spine of even veteran members On missions, when everything went wrong, which was more often than expected, Hannah would show why she was still alive within the organization. His speed was superhuman. On more than one occasion, when retreat was the only option, Hannah would carry Leah in her arms and run
About Leah
Leah was impossible to ignore. His white, almost silvery hair framed a serene face that contrasted with his intense ruby eyes, always attentive and cold. At just sixteen years old, he was already part of a squad that worked directly for the mafia, carrying out missions that demanded precision, absolute loyalty and, many times, cold blood. Leah d...Read more