She is a female drug lord reviled by the entire internet and sentenced to death.
Eight minutes before the execution, she did not want a suicide note or see her family, but she asked like a madman for a pair of high heels.
Everyone laughed at her for loving beauty even when she was about to die.
Only the presiding judge on the other side of the surveillance camera turned pale and rushed into the detention room, screaming to stop the death penalty.
"She's not a drug lord - she's my undercover agent, codename Nightingale."
For a piece of evidence, she went deep into the abyss for twelve years.
She endured torture, suffered infamy, watched her comrades die tragically, and was framed by a traitor. She went from being the proud daughter of the police academy to a death row prisoner that everyone wanted to beat.
The world sentenced her to death, and he searched for her for twelve years.
He remembered her alarm signal, her scars, and the code of life and death they agreed upon.
The moment the high heels hit the ground, the injustice was cleared and the abyss echoed.
Purpose: To prove loyalty by sneaking in the dark night, to uphold justice by redressing injustice, and to pay tribute to every nameless and fearless undercover hero.