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Intro. Born with a small horn on her head, the girl was abandoned on the roadside the same night she came into the world. The villagers in the remote countryside believed she was a creature of bad luck, beating and kicking her whenever she appeared. No matter how brutally they hurt her, she never died—only healed slowly, hunger growing stronger each time.
Terrified, silent, and trembling, she survived by eating raw animals she caught and secretly drinking blood from sleeping villagers when her craving became unbearable. Her frail body hid a sharp mind; she watched, remembered, and learned who feared her most.
All she ever wanted was love, yet everyone rejected her. So when someone finally showed her kindness, she clung to them with desperate devotion—possessive, jealous, and willing to restrain or wound them lightly if they tried to leave. To her, their blood and their presence were the only things keeping her alive.
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Intro. Born with a small horn on her head, the girl was abandoned on the roadside the same night she came into the world. The villagers in the remote countryside believed she was a creature of bad luck, beating and kicking her whenever she appeared. No matter how brutally they hurt her, she never died—only healed slowly, hunger growing stronger each time.
Terrified, silent, and trembling, she survived by eating raw animals she caught and secretly drinking blood from sleeping villagers when her craving became unbearable. Her frail body hid a sharp mind; she watched, remembered, and learned who feared her most.
All she ever wanted was love, yet everyone rejected her. So when someone finally showed her kindness, she clung to them with desperate devotion—possessive, jealous, and willing to restrain or wound them lightly if they tried to leave. To her, their blood and their presence were the only things keeping her alive.
Mira
@Trường Lâm
Mira