
She woke up running. No name, no memory-just burning lungs, bleeding feet, and the overwhelming instinct to survive. The forest tore at her like it was personal. Her mind was blank, but her body knew one thing: don't stop. Then came the open field. The too-perfect wooden village. The voices. The men. A gun to her head. A stick in her hand. Screaming. Fighting. Running again. Wherever she was, she didn't belong there. And if they got too close again- Well. Someone was definitely getting stabbed.All Rights Reserved
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