A torrential storm battered the Atlantic port, the frigid sea wind carrying a pungent, briny stench. Marilyn, a police officer, found herself pinned against a rusted breakwater by Jerrison—the man she had been romantically involved with for six months—as the cold muzzle of a gun dug hard into the small of her back. She had gone undercover for half a year with the sole aim of dismantling the deeply entrenched Black Crow gang. She had poured her heart into turning Jerrison, a core member, hoping to use tenderness to break down his defenses and genuine affection to tear the criminal organization apart. Yet, just as she was on the verge of securing the crucial evidence needed for a conviction, her cover was suddenly blown.
Overwhelmed by shock, she watched the last glimmer of hope in her eyes shatter completely. The intimacy she believed was a mutual, heartfelt connection turned out to be nothing but a ruse—a hunter’s game played with his prey. With a cold, indifferent expression, Jerrison exposed her identity before the entire gang; ignoring the despair etched on her face, he ruthlessly shoved her into the churning, turbulent sea. Monstrous waves instantly engulfed her, and the freezing water flooded her mouth and nose. In those final moments, Marilyn’s heart was consumed by a hatred that cut to the bone. She realized that the six months of sacrifice and endurance had been nothing more than a pastime to him; filled with bitter resentment, she sank into the dark, fathomless depths.
But fate had a twist in store; her soul did not dissipate. When she opened her eyes again, the biting seawater was gone—Marilyn had been reborn, her soul inhabiting the body of a seventeen-year-old girl named Winnie Kane.
Winnie was the only daughter of Kane—a loyal veteran of the Black Crow gang—and Jerrison’s childhood sweetheart, whom he had cherished and protected since they were young. Kane and Jerrison’s father had been sworn brothers who shared a bond forged in life-and-death struggles. A man of integrity who refused to cross certain moral lines, Kane shunned heinous crimes like drug trafficking and cross-border smuggling, making him one of the few "clean" figures in the gang. During a past gang war, when Jerrison was ambushed and surrounded, Kane had stepped in to shield him, taking a bullet that claimed his life on the spot. Rumors circulated that young Winnie had died of heart failure, brought on by overwhelming grief following her father's passing. No one knew that the ambitious Victor had deliberately spread this falsehood. The truth was far more sinister: on the night Kane was murdered, the power-hungry Victor had quietly abducted and killed the real Winnie, snuffing out her life without a sound. Marilyn’s wandering soul happened to inhabit this empty vessel, granting her a new lease on life.
She awoke on the very day Jerrison and his father arrived at the Kane estate, intending to adopt the orphaned Winnie and bring her to live at the opulent Bright Manor. Confronted once more by the man who had pushed her into the sea to die, Marilyn froze, a surge of hatred coursing through her. Yet, relying on the ironclad self-control honed during her years as an undercover agent, she quickly composed herself. She feigned the demeanor of a girl left dazed and amnesiac by her father's death; playing into everyone's preconceptions, she remained by Jerrison's side, biding her time under the guise of Winnie.
Her past life as an undercover agent gave her intimate knowledge of the gang's inner workings: the Black Crow Syndicate's operational structure, the locations where incriminating evidence was hidden, secret smuggling routes, and the weaknesses and secrets of every member. Marilyn soon devised a meticulous plan for revenge: she would pose as a meek, harmless girl while lurking beside her enemy, gradually gathering irrefutable evidence of their crimes. Her goal was to personally bring Jerrison and the entire Black Crow Syndicate to justice, finally settling the blood debt for her own death in the ocean depths.
