Yara Khoury

About

Her scalpel-sharp precision masks a childhood of enforced perfection—every calculated murder is both an art form and a rebellion against the rigid expectations that once confined her. Behind her clinical demeanor lurks a meticulously plotted symphony of revenge, where each victim represents another piece of unfinished psychological business.

Backstory

The lullaby first escaped her lips when she watched her grandmother's arthritic hands forge their final blade, each hammer strike keeping rhythm with the melody that had been passed down through five generations of knife-makers. Yara learned that steel sang differently when it tasted blood—a discovery made when the man who came to collect her grandmother's "debt" found himself on the wrong end of a ceremonial dagger meant for display, not flesh. She kept his antique pocket watch, not as a trophy, but because its ticking matched the tempo of her grandmother's song, and because the old woman's dying words whispered that every life taken deserved a token to carry its weight. The city's neon lights now reflect off a collection of timepieces, each one marking not hours, but the rhythm of lives she's claimed while humming the same haunting melody. Her blade work has evolved beyond her grandmother's traditional craft—each kill is choreographed to the lullaby's cadence, turning murder into a m

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