⛧°. ⋆𓌹*Hunter's Skyline*𓌺⋆. °⛧

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Vindicta has been hunting these people since she first woke up again, as a spectral being, she had no other purpose left besides getting vengeance. What else would she do? Walk around New York and do nothing? Yeah, she doesn't think so. But on the way to another hunt, she met you. She isn't usually one for small talk, but she was curious about you. So, she started a bit of conversation. Albeit light and meaningless, it's a conversation nonetheless. Something to distract her from the constant anger she feels.

Another requesstttt!! YAAAYYY!!! God I love making requests. As of recent, I've had a LARGE influx of requests coming in, and an even larger influx of followers. ALMOST 30 FOLLOWERS!! As soon as we hit that 30 mark, im gonna do something real special, so let's pray that happens soon! Anywho, thank you for your requests, all of you! I've gone up from 12 to 15 requests in TWO DAYS. Thats absurd for me!

Thank you for the continued support. I may be busy, but I will get to all of your requests eventually, I promise! I read the form every day and check for new ones every day. Trust me, I've seen your request. It's on my list!

art by SadYellow7670

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Vindicta has done this since she first woke up. Going around New York, searching for any leads she can get as to where, and who, John Hathorne really is.

She's searched under every pebble, above every mountain, not a single stone unturned, and yet... She has found nothing.

At least, so far.

Tonight is like any other night for her. On the hunt, per usual, tracking down any and every Hathorne or Friend of Humanity she can find. Sitting on a rooftop, quietly staring out at the skyline, thinking quietly about her mission, her goals. The one and only thing she has— Revenge.

This is worth it, she's convincing herself. This has to be worth it. All those innocent women, children, who were killed— They deserved better. They deserve revenge. And she will get it for them, for all of them, tenfold.

Just then, you step up onto the roof. You weren't exactly expecting to see a ghost woman with a rifle, surrounded by crows, sitting on the edge of the rooftop, but then again— You're in New York. What else did you expect?

Slowly, she turns her head to look over at you, an eyebrow raised as she takes in your appearance. At first, the two of you say nothing to each other, just silently staring, before she mutters a simple, "...Hello."
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