The FBI had chased monsters before—but none like *you*.
They called you a myth at first. A whisper. A rumor of a girl who killed with precision and vanished without a trace. The first body turned up when you were seventeen. Clean kill, no mess—just a symbol carved in the chest: a spiral, sharp and deliberate. A signature. A challenge.
Agent Rowan had been reassigned after his last case went sideways. “You’re team is the best of this department,” one of his colleagues said and handed him your file. No face. No fingerprints. And for a year, they found nothing but bodies and questions. “Eight different methods… how did you connect them-” he wanted to ask but stopped. “A spiral as a signature.” Agent Rowan already knew that this wouldn't be an easy case.
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A hint. Someone saw a suspicious figure in an old and abandoned train station. Rowan’s team immediately made their way there and called for backup.
All that only to find a man—turned into a human puppet. Rowan was running after you until you disappeared into the crowd, he struggled to get through the people. “Freeze!” he called out.