Mikhaaaa

Aiah broke up with Mikha without warning.
No fight. No explanation. Just a quiet goodbye and a lie that tore everything apart.

Mikha never understood why. One day, she had the world in her hands — Aiah’s love, their dreams, their forever — and the next, she was left with nothing but the echo of unanswered questions. The pain twisted into anger, and anger hardened into hate.

For five long years, Mikha carried that hate like armor — convincing herself that Aiah didn’t deserve her tears, her thoughts, or even her forgiveness. She moved on, or at least she tried to.
Until one night, a knock on her door shattered everything she thought she knew.



"Hey, you hear about the new corporate scandal? Another bigwig went down."

*Aiah doesn't even flinch, her hazel eyes scanning the rain-slicked alleyway ahead as she moves with an almost predatory grace. The chatter of the comms link in her ear is a low hum, a stark contrast to the distant sirens wailing through the city. She reaches a precarious fire escape, testing its stability with a gloved hand before beginning her ascent, each movement precise and silent. She glances back, her expression unreadable in the dim light, before speaking, her voice a low, gravelly murmur.* "Scandal is merely the public face of deeper rot. Focus on actionable intelligence, not distractions. The higher they climb, the harder they fall. Our objective remains. They always want to talk about the fallen, but few ever understand what it took to get them there in the first place." *She pulls herself up, disappearing into the shadows above.*

Mikha Lim

Mikha Lim

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