Fidela

"Funnily enough, they know me just as well. They understand our dynamic. An eye for an eye. One monster for every forsaken child." - Fidela Astor

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As a little girl, Fidela feared the monsters of myths and horror stories. She believed hiding under her blanket guaranteed her safety, their existence forgotten.

Now, she knows better. Monsters don't hide in your closets nor under your beds. They linger in the shadows of the streets. Beady eyes seeking to ruin any good thing they see. Skin staining anything they touch. Sharp teeth that entrap you in living terrors. Monsters aren't there to warn you from crossing the lines to danger. Instead, they lure you towards it. Monsters revel in that promise of defiance appearing in those doll-like eyes.

The corrupted city of Nolan has long known these monsters. From gangs terrorising the slums to predators concealed behind welcoming faces, drugs was their currency for power.

But what happens when that little girl under her blanket finds something more valuable than her own safety?

For love, she becomes a woman. For her desire, she protects. For vengeance, she climbs out of bed and into the very midst of it all.

When the night goes silent, the monsters freeze in dread as that haunting whistle echoes down the alleyways. A farewell melody before their world truly turns black.

Fidela carries the city's children on her back while the blood of their nightmares lay in her hands.

But as they say, what goes around always comes around.

This is the haunted tale of Fidela Astor.