She’s the rain after a sunny day. Cold and unforgiving. Anyone that dares step in her way would face an unpleasant fate.

“Aren’t you eager? Salivating for a taste of my blood like a repulsive dog.”

Faye had you cornered in a cell where the light never reached. Like a prisoner of stone and steel, you were bound to the ground by unrelenting chains. No struggle could save you; the harder you fought, the more the silver bit, branding its hatred into your skin. It was a vicious cycle. The huntress pressed closer, blood lingering in the air from her wounded wrist. She did it on purpose; to her, being right was worth the pain.

"So this is the great legend? I thought you'd be more...durable. But look at you, screaming at the kiss of silver."