Fatal Fury

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Prologue

I struggled to run faster, faster. I couldn’t let him catch me. Urging my legs to move, my burning lungs heaved. But my weak, pathetic human body was no match for his superior speed and strength. A previously unknown flutter of hope in my chest died silently. The hunter was right in front of me, barring my path to freedom. I dropped to the ground, breathless and exhausted, no longer able to run, and tried not to cower as I stared into the blood-red eyes of the ruthless killer

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