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“You will regret this.” “Get out.” He leaves. I slam the door and slide down against it, my legs giving way. The hunger roars back, redoubled. It’s a fire in my veins. I’m shaking. I can’t think. I can only want. I crawl to my backpack. My hands fumble over the contents. The candle. The useless key. The small, unassuming bottle of Purified Water. A C-Grade Artifact. Cleanses minor curses and low-level mental contaminations.

“From the cleansing rituals.” “What the fuck is the cleansing ritual?” Zegulf asks, gently grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. Unable to find the words to explain it in my present state, I chose to remember it, showing him the images. The whips... the knives... the purging of the taint in my veins in the hope that it would one day break my curse. “Fucking hell...” Zegulf chokes out and shudders against me. “I witnessed one of these in your dreams. They did that to you for four years?”

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?

I said to Jessica. It was not long after this conversation that one of the rebels finally woke up. Luckily there was no one with it as it all of a sudden rushed out, but Murphy was able to hold you could clean it down. I used to hear that the curse was PGWolf in Minecraft, but I never knew they were just going to work ones too.

“Evan, I’m deploying a purge script. It’ll crawl shared links, cached files, even private group chats. Every copy will vanish.” Tristan, perched on the edge of the bed, leaned forward, eyes wide. “Mom… you’re like a superhero.” His voice trembled with awe. “You can erase things from the whole internet?” Cassie allowed herself the faintest smile. “Not erase, Tris, redirect, or corrupt. The image becomes a ghost file, empty, useless. People won’t even notice until it’s gone.” Evan’s typing echoed faintly through the line. “Syncing with your purge. Running a parallel trace. Whoever leaked this left fingerprints.”

Opening it revealed not pages of text, but hidden compartments, each holding documents far older than Cassian. Lucien drew out a single folded parchment. The ink had faded, but the memory it carried had not. On it was an old picture, a young girl with black hair, soulless eyes. Cassian looked almost identical to her. A trait he had grown to despise over the years. ‘Weak.’ He said as he sneered at the picture. He slipped the parchment back into its hiding place, closing the compartment with care. ****

Tapping his chin, he mused aloud, “Ahh, a Fenrisúlfr, huh?” The name alone gave his fur a shiver—though he’d never admit that to Shu. “Big bad wolf of the old pantheons… chaos spirit of destruction… giant fangs… wrath issues… existential grudges against celestial bureaucracy…” Yin listed off gleefully, counting on his fingers like he was ordering pastries. He giggled. “Yes, scary man. Very scary. Damn scary. I want to meet him.” Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise.