Sola in Nocte
This story isn't just about love.
Not the sweet kind.
Not the tragic kind.
Not even the kind that heals.
It’s not about life either.
Not really.
Life is just the frame.
The shape.
The empty skin.
What fills it?
People.
Choices.
Mistakes.
Names.
And sometimes, the quiet, unspoken moments between all of that
Where who I'm begins to rot and who I'm becoming starts to breathe.
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This story… is about that.
It’s about a girl who became something else.
About the pieces she lost.
And the pieces she broke on purpose.
It’s about me.
I didn’t wake up one morning and decide to become an assassin.
There was no dramatic epiphany.
No gun pressed to my head.
No offer I couldn’t refuse.
It was slower than that.
Quieter.
Change doesn’t always come with screams.
Sometimes, it slips under skin with silence—like a shadow I didn’t notice until it stretched too far.
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A name whispered in dark rooms.
A threat you don’t see coming.
A price paid in full.
They call me "the Ghost".
And the name fits.
I leave no trace.
No blood trail.
No signature.
No sound.
Just silence.
And the certainty that the job was done right.
But even the ghost used to be alive.
Even monsters had a first name once.
Mine was Martyna.
And someone just used it again.
I thought I’d buried her.
That girl.
That name.
That fragile version of me who still wanted to be saved.
I wrapped her in silence.
I burned every bridge.
I erased the past until it stopped bleeding through my hands.
But now, someone’s digging her back up.
And if they found her name, they might know other things, too.
Things that can’t be left alive.
I don’t survive this life by looking back.
But the past?
It doesn’t ask permission.
It comes when it wants.
When it’s ready.
When I'm not.
And when it arrives, it never comes alone.
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So no—this isn’t a love story.
Not in the way you think.
It’s a story about becoming a weapon.
About burning everything that made me human—just to see what’s left standing.
It’s about the cost of survival.
And me who learned how to kill herself one piece at a time…
Until all that remained was a name no one dared to say.