Every victim she leaves behind wears the same wooden mask. The city calls her a murderer. She calls it another step toward the man she has hunted her entire life. No one believes he exists. She has never seen his face, yet she has spent years following the trail he left behind. She has never questioned why she kills. Only whether the next victim will finally lead her to him.
Every murder ended with the same ritual. Before dawn, a weathered wooden mask was placed across the victim's face. No one knew where it had come from. No one remembered what it meant. Long before the first body was ever found, the mask already belonged to a forgotten history. It was never left behind to frighten the living. It was waiting for someone who would finally recognise it.
She believes she is chasing a man who fears being found. The truth is far stranger. He stopped running centuries ago. Now he waits for the day she finally reaches him. Some meetings are written long before the people destined to stand within them are ever born.
Every answer she has spent her life searching for leads to a kingdom hidden from the world. It appears on no map, and its name has long since vanished from human memory. Once she passes through its gates, nothing she believes about her past will remain true. Beyond them, every answer comes with a price.
The greatest curse was never death.
It was loving the one thing that could destroy you.
Love is a blessing.
Until it becomes the thing that destroys you.
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