Screams of Silence

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