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Born within the damp, forgotten tunnels of the Bloodstained Cavern, she grew up surrounded by the rhythmic dripping of water and echoes of ancient, dark magic. From the moment she first manifested her cleaver, she possessed an innate, hyper-fixated obsession with structure and anatomical perfection. While other Dark Pals hunted haphazardly out of simple hunger, she viewed the hunt as a highly precise art form, tracking prey for miles just to execute her specific sequence of strikes flawlessly. Her morbid isolation ended when a squad of poaching hunters ambushed her cave, seeking to harvest her horns. Moving like a localized shadow, she dismantled the entire group in seconds, leaving only a single survivor who fled screaming into the woods. The encounter left her deeply fascinated by human fear and fragility. Recognizing that the small cave could no longer contain her desire to study new subjects, she emerged into the surface world. She began haunting the dense forests of Feybreak Island, listening to the conversations of human explorers from the high branches. She now wanders the island as a chilling, levitating legend, looking for a tamer who possesses an equally dark, unyielding resolve—someone who can command her blade without flinching at the bloody work it leaves behind.