They always smiled at her beauty. But behind those smiles were whispers. Behind those whispers were knives.
Serena Valeria stood alone beneath the dying sun, its crimson light painting the world in shades of blood. Her silver hair danced with the wind, a haunting contrast to her cold, piercing blue eyes. She watched as shadows stretched long across the ground, creeping like silent specters. Once, those shadows had frightened her. Now, they were her only friends.
The laughter echoed in her memory—mocking, cruel, merciless. Beautiful, they called her. Cursed, she heard. She learned young that envy was a sharper blade than any sword, and cruelty wore the sweetest smiles. They tried to break her, tried to shatter her spirit. But she survived. She always survived.
Then the world changed.
The sky fractured, reality twisting into a cruel game where strength ruled and the weak were devoured. And in that chaos, Serena found her power. Shadows answered her call, bending to her will, hiding her, protecting her, becoming her weapons.
She became a ghost, a whisper in the dark. Her beauty was no longer a curse—it was her mask. Her vengeance was no longer a dream—it was her destiny.
From the shadows, she watched the world that once tormented her, now twisted by darkness. A cold smile played on her lips as she whispered to the wind, "I won't be hunted anymore. I am the hunter."
The sun sank beneath the horizon, plunging the land into darkness. And Serena vanished with it, leaving only a whisper behind.
"Fear the shadows... for they belong to me."