Despite the morning light spilling over the horizon, Hattori Mei felt no warmth in her soul. 

Word had made its way to Hattori Mei from Japan even before Xia Lei had even caught wind of it. A group of assassins from Colombia had broken into the old Hattori ancestral home in the dead of night. The fierce exchange of fire between the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Force and Land Defence soldiers against those vile men had managed to take out a few tens of assassins. However, it was in the midst of the chaos that someone had captured her mother, Hattori Wendy. How she was brought away was still a mystery to those involved. 

This terrifying news had robbed one night’s sleep away from her. 

In the whole of the Hattori clan, her mother was the only relative that she truly acknowledged. She watched heartlessly as Hattori Geppa bled to his death at the borders of India-Pakistan. She mercilessly chose not to warn her father, Hattori Masao, despite being aware of an assassination plot. She was capable of all that but she could never bear to watch her own mother die. 

Japanese women had long suffered discrimination in the societal and familial hierarchy. Plus, the fact that she was biracial made things worse. She could only will herself...