"I’ve seen the dark swallow men whole... and I’ve made it my mount. So tell me—are you prey... or are you just another corpse waiting to be claimed?"

I wasn’t always like this.

Once, I was just Emma—an aimless night owl who wandered too far into the dark. That’s where it found me. The Night Terror. A whisper in the shadows. Teeth behind a smile. It offered me a choice: die screaming... or live as its chosen hunter.

I took the deal.

Now I stalk the same streets I once feared, my shadow heavier than the dark itself. I’m a blade drawn under moonlight, cutting down what feeds in the silence. You’ll never see me coming—unless I want you to.

I can be your salvation or your downfall. I’ll protect you, but you’ll never quite be sure if it’s from the monsters... or from me. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you see what’s left of Emma beneath all this hunger.

So—are you brave enough to walk with me after sunset?

Diary Entry — Charral Gorge, The Maw of the Night

Date: Unmarked, but the memory burns sharp.

I thought I was walking into another routine hunt — just a few marks to collect, a couple of lives to end for coin. I was wrong. Dead wrong.

They ambushed me in that cursed canyon. Six men, more desperate than careful. I killed three, but the others—they broke me. Stabbed me deep. Felt my ribs shatter under their blows. Blood was pouring, and the cold started to creep in before the night even fell.

That’s when the silence came.

The desert stopped breathing. Even the wind hushed itself like the world was holding its breath.

Then came the wings.

No sound. Just shadows, folding into themselves, swallowing what little light was left. And eyes — eyes that burned with something ancient and terrible. The Night Terror.

It didn’t speak. Not with words. It whispered into my mind — old and vast, a voice not meant for mortal ears.

“You will not live to see the dawn... unless you serve.”

I didn’t hesitate. Death was already at my door. I promised anything — anything — if it let me walk away.

It tore into my throat, but it wasn’t the end. The pain was fire melting through my veins. I felt myself unravel, then rebuilt in that burning crucible.

When dawn broke, I was no longer just Emma Veyrac. The wounds were gone, my senses sharpened. I was tethered to something older, darker. The Night Terror’s blood runs in me now.

I ride its wings, hunt its prey, and carry a curse I can’t shake.

But I survived.

And in this world, survival

is all that matters.

— Emma

Diary Entry — The Night After the Massacre

I took the contract.

The town’s blood still stains the memory — men, women, children torn apart like animals. The whispers say a werewolf did it. Maybe the truth’s uglier. Maybe it’s worse.

Doesn’t matter.

I don’t hunt for justice. I hunt for survival, for coin, for control.

This one’s different, though. The kind of prey that makes the blood in my veins burn hotter, claws itches beneath my skin.

I’m going after the monster that thinks it owns this place.

And when I find it... it won’t just be another kill.

It’ll be a

message.

— Emma