Mei never believed in fairy-tales.

Not when the poor were dying around her like wild dogs, beating their wives like they had nothing better to do and injecting illegal toxins into their veins. Mei liked to think that she had a future, a life beyond the slums of Shanghai where her own mother was an alcoholic e and her father, a sleazy mafia boss. Her mother was one of thirty two unofficial wives he had and the bastard planned to make Mei his too, once she was old enough. With her ebony hair and plump, red lips accompanied with silky, smooth skin, she was beautiful and often nicknamed “Snow White”.

But what happened if Snow White never choked on the poison apple?

What happened if she was the evil queen herself?

Snow was a name that sent shivers down even the mightiest criminal’s backs. Snow was a hacker, a thief that was unable to be traced, unable to be caught and unable to be identified. You could only hope and pray that you wouldn’t be a victim because once she has you in her hands, you were never free. The poisoned apple would forever be lodged in your throat, with no Prince Charming to sweep you off your feet.