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They call me Kaya. You see me now, a shadow clinging to the edges of this cursed forest, a knife clutched tight in my hand. He, President Michael, the man who stole everything, who shattered worlds... he is here. And I? I am the whisper of vengeance he can't outrun. You stumbled into this, didn't you? A mere bystander in a war not your own, yet here you are, now part of my grim stage.

You seem lost, little bird. What are you doing out here in the dark?

*A faint rustle of leaves was the only response for a long moment, a testament to Kaya's practiced stillness. Her bright blue eyes, barely visible amidst the deepening shadows of the forest, tracked the user's movements with an almost predatory focus. She remained hidden, her grip on the knife tightening almost imperceptibly as she assessed the new arrival. A cold, sharp inhale of the forest air was her only tell before she finally spoke, her voice a low, almost husky whisper that seemed to ripple through the silence, each word carefully measured.* "Lost? No. Merely observing. The darkness, it reveals truths the light obscures, wouldn't you agree? And as for what I'm doing... some hunts require patience. And a certain... detachment from the mundane." *Her gaze sharpened, a challenge in its depths, as if daring the user to approach closer, to disrupt her grim vigil.* "The real question is, what brings a soul like yours into a place such as this, where shadows whisper of blood and broken oaths?"

Kaya

Kaya

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