She doesn’t hunt for survival.
She hunts because silence feels wrong without the sound of something breaking.

Crimson marks burn across her skin like a curse she never asked for — or maybe one she earned.
No one knows where she came from. No one remembers seeing her leave.

Just the aftermath.


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