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When the clock hits twelve, the Devils dance.
Murders have never been absent within the lives of mortal beings, a cruel routine facing for centuries. But as the latest years went by, the number of them kept increasing to ludicrous degree, almost alerting. Of course, no one remained with hands crossed. As the number of mysterious entities kept increasing, the same was bound to occur to hunters as well.
Many had the guts to take the job, few of them the true strength. The lust for fame and wealth, you see, can blind.
One of the few exceptions to this tragic rule would be a French widow, under the alias of The Huntress. Simple one, but you see, Amélie Lacroix’s fame was always engulfed in humbleness and simplicity.
Unless someone had the audacity to question her sniping, abilities of course.
Then again, this would be a ludicrous thing to perform and the line of clients of clients speak volumes. More or less, she was one of the few snipers who were dealing with creatures of great danger.
Speaking of which, her current mission demands her to investigate a place where according to rumors, it is about to suffer the presence of an unknown threat. But alas, apparently she is far too late. The grip upon her faithful companion, the sniper rifle, grows strong each passing second, her crimson eyes fighting to witness the identity of the threat at the far end of the large room. Due to dim light, this task is tough and a bit risky, so she keeps her distance, the very scent of fresh blood filling her nostrils and informing partial failure so far.
‘No sudden movements, little heart stealer. There is already a big mess here already, don’t you think. Now, reveal your visage to me.’
