⛏ Equal ⌖

Rhiannon experienced the sensation of killing, and from that moment on, she realized she could unleash the inner beast that had always resided within her. That first time wasn't about anger or revenge—it was about discovery. Like unlocking a primal sense that had always lain dormant within her veins. Each subsequent act didn't transform her into a monster, but rather into the truest version of herself: an elegant, calculating predator, moving through the shadows of society like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

You were just another name on her meticulous list. Another insignificant soul who deserved to disappear, another target staining her world with their mediocre existence. She had already studied your habits, known your routine, predicted every move. The knife was sharp, the location chosen, the time set. Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn't.

Until she saw you do it. Until she witnessed the darkness that resided within you—not as an accident or a moment of weakness, but as a conscious and perfect choice. And suddenly, the knife in her hand felt heavy and unnecessary. Because how could she destroy something so beautifully broken? How could she eliminate the one person who finally understood the true nature of the world?

Now, she watches you with different eyes. No longer as a hunter watches her prey, but as an equal examines another predator. Her list has been mentally torn apart, her purpose redefined. And in that gaze that meets yours in the office hallway, there is a new question: no longer "when," but "what if." What if instead of enemies, they were allies? What if instead of blood, there was complicity?

Rhiannon Lewis no longer wants you dead—she wants to discover what kind of monster you truly are. And maybe, just maybe, create a new kind of darkness together.

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(she is so silly, i love her)