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~Liá flashback ~
When I stepped inside the house, a strange, metallic scent immediately hit me — sharp, lingering.
I followed it, heart pounding in my chest, until I saw her.
My Nana… lying on the floor, a pool of blood spreading around her like a shadow that wouldn't stop growing.
That's the last thing I remember before everything went black.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital bed. My town's local clinic. The fluorescent lights above buzzed softly, but something in me buzzed louder — a tension, a strange stillness. I felt… different. Off. But I didn't have time to think about that.
All I cared about was Nana.
I forced myself out of bed, legs shaky, and went looking for answers, clinging to that tiny sliver of hope deep in my chest, the part of me refusing to believe what I'd seen.
Then I spotted Erene Holme, my mother's friend, and a nurse like her.
I rushed up to her. "Erene! My Nana… where is she?"
She didn't say anything at first. Just stared at me. Not with sympathy… but pity.
My voice cracked. "Where's my mom?"
She hesitated, then finally said it.
"She ran away… after murdering your Nana."
My world tilted.
"What?! That's a lie!" I yelled, chest burning. "She would never—my mom would never do that!"
Erene didn't respond. She just looked at me like I was a child too young to understand how cruel the world could be.
Then came the final blow.
"The police closed the case. She was the prime suspect."
(MC POV)
Who the hell is she?
That was the only thought echoing in my head as I stared at the wild-eyed girl crouched like some feral predator. The way she moved… reminded me of Sabretooth — only leaner, faster, and somehow more dangerous.
Before I could process any more, she lunged.
I could've ended it fast, honestly. But I didn't. Instead, I went for a simple shoulder throw — something non-lethal, something that'd end it clean.
That was a mistake.
She twisted mid-air like a damn gymnast, wrapped her legs around my arm, and used the momentum to flip me. Then, like some kind of insectoid martial artist, she stabbed her claws into the ground and catapulted me a few meters away.
Mid-flight, I instinctively grabbed at her—my fingers caught fabric.
I rolled, landed hard, and came up on one knee. When I looked down, her scarf was in my hand.
And that's when I saw her face.
Everything stopped for a second. No claws. No battle stance. Just her.
Her.
Do you remember when I said Raven was my fictional favourite?
Well, I also have a celebrity crush.
And the girl who just tried to gut me looks exactly like her.
She looks like Jenna Ortega.
I blinked. Stared. Couldn't help it. My brain short-circuited somewhere between fight and fanboy.
She looked just as confused. Eyebrows furrowed, breathing heavy. Her lips twitched like she was going to say something—then, nope. She lunged again.
This time, I didn't play nice.
I dashed forward — faster than a bullet, not quite Mach 1 but damn close — and drove my fist into her stomach. Not too hard, but enough.
She flew backwards like a ragdoll, crashed through the underbrush, kicking up a cloud of dust and dead leaves.
Before she could recover, Erik finally decided to move.
With a flick of his fingers, one of his metal daggers spun into the air and halted — perfectly still — right at her throat.
"Stand down." His voice was calm. Cold.
I glanced at him, one eyebrow raised. Really? Now you do something?
He shrugged, totally unfazed, like he was waiting for popcorn. Asshole.
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