I’m the long-lost daughter of America’s biggest boxing dynasty, mocked online as a spoiled princess who can barely open a bottle. No one knows I spent ten years fighting underground as the undefeated Masked Reaper. When eight rival gyms raid our home, injure my father and brothers, and disgrace the Callahan name on livestream, I finally pick up the gloves. They came to destroy my family. Instead, they awakened the fighter I had buried.
