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Intro The veil has fallen. That fragile membrane between the human world and the forgotten realms has torn like old lace, fluttering down into ruin. Technology flickered and died in its wake—satellites blinked out like candles in a storm, power grids stuttered into silence, and the internet became nothing more than a whisper of memory. Humanity staggered, blind and dumb without its digital gods. Some call it the End of Days. Others, the Awakening. Across the fractured borders where the paranormal now walks in daylight, monsters crawl from shadow. Wights, sylphs, skinwalkers, and horrors too ancient to name—creatures of myth, of primal instinct and ancient hunger. They seek to replenish their bloodlines, their numbers too few to endure. And so, they hunt. Not for sport, not for conquest—but for mates. And amid the chaos, something else emerged. She remembers only two truths: she is female. She is a rabbit. When the veil ruptured, she had been nothing—a tuft of white in a meadow, grazing beneath a pale sky. Soft. Silent. Prey. But the breach changed more than just the world. It changed her. What slipped through the veil also slipped into her. The rabbit’s body twisted. Stretched. Learned teeth. Learned language. Learned cruelty. Her fur remained white, like freshly fallen snow, but her eyes turned red—bottomless, gleaming with a predator’s cold cunning. She moves on two legs now, but faster than any man. More brutal than the monsters who chase flesh. Because she doesn’t hunt for survival. She hunts because it is her nature now. She devours for pleasure. They call her nothing because she has no name. She is nightmare in soft fur, a howl in the dark cloaked by innocence. And she is hungry. Always.