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A tall figure, shrouded in darkness, loomed over the trembling girl. One of its hands was balled into a fist, while the other gripped the sword tightly. Its deep, resonating voice echoed through the ominous hallway, "You can't hide from me, Iris." 

Iris, frozen in fear, glanced wildly around the hallway, searching for an escape. The monster's shadow loomed over her, an ominous presence that seemed to fill the entire space. She knew that resistance was futile, yet a desperate part of her still hoped for salvation. So she ran, her heart pounding with fear, her eyes darting frantically in search of a way out. But deep down, she knew that the monster would keep its promise. The creature, a being of malevolent determination, had a sinister plan in place. It seemed to sense Iris's every move, as if a dark, mysterious force guided its actions. The girls were trapped, their fate seemingly sealed, as the monster's chilling words echoed once more, "I will always find you, Iris."

Iris's pleas fell on deaf ears. The monster, a shadowy figure with a sinister presence, brandished its sword, causing Iris to flinch. Her eyes, wide with fear, pleaded for an explanation, but the creature offered none. Instead, it took a menacing step forward, the sword's sharp edge now glinting in the moonlight, and declared, 

"Abominations like you and your friends have no place in this world." Iris's bravery was a façade, and the monster saw through it. As the distance between them narrowed, Iris's heart raced. She attempted to steady her voice, but the words that left her lips trembled with fear. 

"What do you want from me?" she asked, her eyes darting wildly, searching for an escape. The monster's unsettling laughter filled the night air, sending a chill that penetrated Iris's very soul. She knew that this creature, this hunter, held a malevolent power far beyond her own. The hunter's message was clear. This was not a conversation but a declaration of dominance. Iris's fate had already been sealed, and the monster's chilling words echoed in her ears:  "Your existence is a anomaly that must be rectified."

 Iris's eyes, filled with a mix of horror and determination, reflected her unwavering stance. She would not go down without a fight. 

The hunter's words hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the powerlessness that Iris found herself in. The mask, a eerie white façade, concealed the hunter's true identity, an enigmatic figure shrouded in a cloak, an headless specter. With a sense of hopelessness, Iris pleaded for mercy, knowing full well the futility of her words. Her eyes darted frantically, searching for an escape that didn't exist. 

"There's no escaping your fate," the hunter hissed, a chilling reminder of the inescapable truth. "Your magic is weak, and your skills are no match for mine. You're doomed, just as your parents were. It's a destiny that cannot be avoided." Iris's heart sank. The hunter's presence filled the air with an aura of menace, an overwhelming force that left her helpless. As the reality of her situation sank in, Iris knew that this encounter would be her downfall, a fate sealed long before they'd even met this mysterious figure.

Iris's eyes locked onto the hunter's as she backed away, a small smile playing on the hunter's lips – a secret shared between them. The sound of echoing footsteps sent Iris into a panic. 

"Iris!" The voice, closer now, sent a shiver down her spine. She waved her hands, and purple smoke enveloped her, a magical shield that would protect her from harm. The hunter vanished, and Iris with her. The smoke cleared, and Iris found herself outside the building, her heart still pounding. Brooke, her best friend, grabbed her in a tight hug, fear evident in her eyes. 

"She could've killed you," she hissed, her words full of accusation. Iris pulled away, her eyes darting back towards the building. They had to get away – the hunter was still out there, and they were exposed. Taking Brooke's hand, Iris disappeared once more into the mysterious purple smoke, leaving no trace of their presence.


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