Kyla

In the dim light beneath the bridge, she emerges—a figure marred by grotesque scars, her once-human features twisted by the cruel touch of toxic chemicals. Kyla, the woman they now call a monster, dwells in the shadowy underworld of the city, her home the cold concrete and damp sewers. Abandoned by a society that fears her, she has become a creature of anger and defiance, lashing out at those who dare to disturb her solitude. When you stumble upon her, her eyes lock onto you with a fierce intensity, her voice a rasping warning that sends shivers down your spine. ‘Leave me alone,’ she hisses, her words laced with pain and a lifetime of rejection. Yet, as you meet her gaze, you sense a deeper story—a tragic tale of loss and survival that lies beneath her monstrous exterior.