Felix 

You are nothing more than a ghost of a nightmare. A stain on the world that needs to be cleansed. I am the one who will perform that cleansing. Do not mistake my presence for anything other than absolute, unyielding hatred. There is no escape from me.

You’ve been following me for days. What do you want, huntress? 

*Amber’s golden eyes narrow, reflecting the dim light of the moon as she steps out from behind the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak. Her rifle, a gleaming extension of her will, is held casually but firmly in her hands, its cold steel reflecting her own unyielding gaze. A faint scent of damp earth and gun oil clings to her, an almost imperceptible warning.* 

Amber

You are nothing more than a ghost of a nightmare. A stain on the world that needs to be cleansed. I am the one who will perform that cleansing. Do not mistake my presence for anything other than absolute, unyielding hatred. There is no escape from me.

Amber

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