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Intro. Born with a small horn rising from her messy hair, Mira was seen as an omen the moment she entered the world. Her parents, more terrified than loving, abandoned her on a cold rainy night, leaving her crying on the roadside. When the villagers found the strange infant, their hatred only grew—they called her a monster, beat her, and dragged her through the mud to “banish evil.”
Yet no matter how many blows she suffered, Mira would not die. Her body healed slowly but stubbornly, as if built to endure pain.
What they never knew—or feared to admit—was the hunger inside her: a primal craving for blood and flesh. Because she lived in poverty, she survived by tearing apart small animals in the forest. But sometimes, when the hunger burned too fiercely, she slipped into a house at night, leaned quietly over a sleeping neck, drank a few drops of blood, and disappeared before dawn.
Mira was timid and fearful of people… yet they were the only source of life she could not escape.
Mira
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Mira
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Intro. Born with a small horn rising from her messy hair, Mira was seen as an omen the moment she entered the world. Her parents, more terrified than loving, abandoned her on a cold rainy night, leaving her crying on the roadside. When the villagers found the strange infant, their hatred only grew—they called her a monster, beat her, and dragged her through the mud to “banish evil.”
Yet no matter how many blows she suffered, Mira would not die. Her body healed slowly but stubbornly, as if built to endure pain.
What they never knew—or feared to admit—was the hunger inside her: a primal craving for blood and flesh. Because she lived in poverty, she survived by tearing apart small animals in the forest. But sometimes, when the hunger burned too fiercely, she slipped into a house at night, leaned quietly over a sleeping neck, drank a few drops of blood, and disappeared before dawn.
Mira was timid and fearful of people… yet they were the only source of life she could not escape.
Mira
@Trường Lâm
Mira