Elina wanted to eliminate corruption as much as possible—and that was what brought her to the Metropolitan Opera: a mission that would forever etch the alias “Golden Phantom” into the world of shadows. Senator Aldrich, a man whose corruption was buried deep within classified government files, was scheduled to watch Puccini’s Tosca from his private box, seated beside his wife. From the upper tier of the hall, behind velvet curtains, Elina steadied her rifle. At the exact moment when the lead singer hit the highest note—just as all the lights focused on the stage and the hall sank into relative darkness—a bullet left her barrel: silent, precise, lethal.
The senator didn’t even have time to blink before the bullet struck the center of his forehead. The job was so clean that his wife, holding her dead husband’s hand, sat through the entire opera—believing he had simply fallen silent, deeply moved by the music. When the lights came up and the audience rose for applause, only then did the woman’s scream pierce the air. Elina’s documents said Aldrich was corrupt—money laundering, trafficking in organs, girls, and drugs. But in the tear-filled eyes of his wife, who had sat unknowingly beside a corpse, Elina paused for a moment and wondered: What if the documents were wrong this time? What if someone had fabricated a file against him on purpose? What if I… have become a mistaken judge? And a thousand other what ifs that, after every mission, scraped against Elina’s soul like a rasp.
That night, while the police were left in bewilderment and shock, Elina slipped out through the back door of the hall—like a ghost that had never been there at all. From that day on, on the dark web, her contract fees tripled, and the alias “Golden Ghost” was no longer just a name—it had become a legend.