The rain slicked streets of Valora glimmered under the cold silver of the moon. Shadows moved with a purpose, and the air smelled of wet asphalt and something else—something metallic, sharp, like danger had a heartbeat.
She crouched on the rooftop, her black coat clinging to her like a second skin, eyes scanning the square below. Most people avoided this part of the city after dark—but not tonight. Tonight, they were coming.
A scream split the night.A woman—no older than twenty—was dragged into the alley, thrashing. Her attacker was fast, precise… almost predatory.
Something stirred inside her—a spark she hadn't felt in years. Hunger, yes. Power, definitely. And something darker, something thrillingly alive.
She leapt, silent as the wind, landing atop the attacker's back. Two precise strikes, a snap, a scream cut short. The body slumped. The girl looked up at her savior, wide-eyed and trembling.
"Who… who are you?"
A smile, almost cruel but tinged with mischief, curved her lips."Let's just say… I'm someone who doesn't like waiting for fate to decide."
Thunder rolled as she disappeared into the shadows, leaving questions in her wake—and a warning that the city would never be the same again.
Somewhere deep in the night, unseen eyes watched. And they were intrigued.
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Who is she?
What power does she hold?
Why did the predator target that girl?