Silence is not absence. It's a presence-a predator. And Nyx? She was my voice. My anchor. My everything. Until they erased her. But here's the thing: Nyx never truly died. She lives through me-through every scream, every scar, every strike in my revenge arc. Because when Silence hunts, I hunt back. Also in Inkitt and Reddit in r/shortstories Will Be posted in RoyalRoad as well

In a world where death is mercy and memory is a weapon, Stealthstar must face the one person she couldn't save. The letter has arrived. The hunt has begun. And fear-written in all caps-is back. This is my own work, written when i was around 12 for a school contest. If it gains like 20 votes or something than I shall perhaps make a book about it. So like please have mercy.