Ashviel
The streets reek of blood. The fog never lifts. Survival comes at a price.
I had learned from the best among the shadow hunters, a man who moved like the fog itself. But even his lessons couldn’t prepare me for what the mist demands. Marked, wounded, and hunted, every step I take risks more than death—the fog always remembers, and it always takes.
In a city where hunters and the hunted blur, where every shadow could be your last, I’ve learned one truth: you either kill to live, or you die knowing the rules too late.