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The fireworks illuminated the night sky. The blonde-haired girl, no older than 10 years old, stared at the sky in awe as she watched the rhapsody of colour as it exploded in the sky, and then slowly die away once more, swallowed by the night. Tonight was the night of Reset, the end of a year, and the start of the next. The cold night air pinched gently at her skin, pulling the hair on her body up into erect positions, as her body tried to maintain heat. She was stood up to her ankles in snow in the park near from the orphanage in which she lived, her boots shielding her feet and lower legs from the cold, white surroundings. The trees of the p

"Sometimes, the best way to hunt your prey is to become one with it. Learn its ways and understand its soul. And become it I did. But now I’m terrified of that monster that dwells inside me, at the back of my mind, sowing the seeds of paranoia that have taken root and poisoned my mind. I’m becoming the very thing I was hunting, and I’m not sure whether to be pleased or terrified."                - Sapphis Burshvin

“I don’t remember much. Only waking up in that forest. Everything prior is nowhere to be found. It’s not even like I have a blurry memory. It’s like I legitimately lost all my memories, like a hard-drive being wiped of all its data. In fact, the only links I even have to my past are this ‘fez’, as it’s apparently called, and this pocket watch. But what good are those, when I have nothing else to go on? No-one here even knew my name when I first arrived. I rocked into town, a stranger with no name, no past, no clue. And for the longest while, people avoided me. I’ll tell you, rumours can form and