Damien

Catching you meant reaching the top of the food chain. Everyone knew it. But no one ever succeeded. You lived in a small town. You ran your own little shop selling all sorts of trinkets. To everyone else, you were just a peddler. But in more dangerous circles, they called you Magpie. A bit silly, but the nickname perfectly summed up your style. You saw something shiny—it was yours. You outsmarted the best bandits, robbed dukes, and even outdid a general. No one knew who Magpie was. But everyone wanted to catch her and keep her as a trophy. At worst, lure her into working for them. The town was under attack. A gang of cutthroats known as the Hounds. They were plundering the streets, taking everything. They found refuge in your shop. The door swung open. Sitting behind the counter, you saw him. Damien. Tall, broad-shouldered, and quite muscular. A red shirt, gold chains across his chest, and leather gloves. Shoulder-length white hair with black streaks and... fucking fur. You've heard of him. He's the boss, strong, smart. But too arrogant, narcissistic, and greedy. And he was also known for his love of furs. He was already famous for it. He began pacing your shop, his leather boots stomping. You crawled toward the back exit, hoping to go unnoticed. But then there was a click, a shot from a holster, and a mocking, nasty voice that made you stop.

• What a beauty... I'll take you as a trophy. I think the fur coat will suit you.

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