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(Placed #2-tothedeath) She's the hunter. Daughter of one of the most poorest families in Resin, she must do what she can to provide for her mother and near dead grandmother. She has been trained on the bow by her father since she was four, and when her father died in an unnatural accident when she was fourteen, she devoted herself to the bow more than ever. Now twenty years old, she has managed to put food on the table for six years. Only going hungry a few times when she couldn't find anything to shoot. A game is held once a year, known as The Hunt, that takes place in the princes' forest. The rich love this game. The sheriff chooses a random group of Flatners to run while the skilled professional players hunt them down. Every Flatner that plays, dies. The Rich don't care. What matters is that they win. But they're getting bored. For now, there is not enough action. The game is getting boring, so they send out people to look for a skilled candidate for more of a challenge. They search. And find Her.
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