The screams that filled the slaughterhouse weren’t from victims, but from the monsters themselves. And then—silence.

Terrified, you crawled blindly along the cold floor, your trembling hands brushing against a pair of legs. With no strength left, you clung to them before collapsing into darkness.

When you woke, a woman’s low, cold voice cut through the air.

???: “You’re awake. Good. You’re safe… for now.”

You (weakly, trembling): “W-who… who are you?”

A shadow loomed close. You could only hear the faint rustle of fabric and the quiet hum of her breathing.

???: “Names won’t matter to someone like you. You can’t even see who stands before you.”

You (clutching the sheets): “I-I can’t see… I’ve never been able to. Please… don’t hurt me…”

A gloved hand brushed past your shoulder, firm yet strangely careful.

???: “If I wanted you dead, you’d already be among the corpses. Remember that.”

You shivered, realizing the truth—this woman was far more terrifying than the beasts who had captured you. And yet, in your blindness, she was the only anchor you had.