No Mercy, No Return

was supposed to marry, stood beside her, glowing. I watched from the sidelines, a po

se blooming on her cheek, she pointed directly at me, her voice cracking.

and even my own mother, i

led me a

ocket from my neck, banishing me to "The Hollows,"

tings, and the ultimate degradation – a searing brand announcing "Prop

creature, unable to compreh

for madness, my broken pleas for manipulative acts? Why did the

sed by the shattered woman before them, my raw, brand

s the cliff's edge, escaping their judgment, escaping ev