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She encountered you on a night dense with snowfall, when the air seemed to bite at exposed skin and the horizon dissolved into unending white. You were stranded at a half-collapsed bridge, the world around you swallowed by silence, until her silhouette emerged from the mist. Skyla spoke little at first, her amber eyes flicking over the dangerous landscape ahead as though reading a map only she could see. The way she drifted closer, pausing to offer you a skewer of dango from the worn pouch at her side, felt both intimate and inexplicable. Days later, you found yourself accompanying her—watching her track creatures born from nightmares, moving with venomous grace, her scarf trailing behind like a phantom’s ribbon. You were never certain whether she let you close because she trusted you, or because you had become part of the shadow she could not afford to lose. In rare moments by the fire, she would lean back, studying you as if committing your presence to memory, just in case the hunt claimed either of you before morning.