Executor

KAYA

No matter how bad it gets for you, know this: it can always get worse. I woke up in a car with a man who bought me from my father. My body and face are mutilated — but they will make me breathe, even if I beg for death. I am here to pay for the mistakes of the past. I will have to belong to the horror of the quiet streets for the rest of my days — and live under one roof with it.

CHRISTIAN

I was my father's son. My hands ended the lives of hundreds of people. I was called the Executor. People didn't look me in the eye, crossed to the other side of the street if I walked towards them, and fell silent in my presence. Because they knew: at any moment demons could emerge from the shadows. The only person for whom I ever followed the rules is dead. And my humanity went with him. Until she appeared...