Snow White stood at the edge of the dimly lit alley, her gaze fixed on Red Hood. The crimson-cloaked figure seemed almost shadowed, her face partially hidden, but her fierce eyes held an unmistakable pain. Snow White could feel the faint hum of corruption in the air, twisting and shifting around Red Hood like a dark mist. She had seen this before in others—the slow, consuming power that turned allies into enemies, loyalty into betrayal.

But Red Hood was different. They had fought side by side through endless battles, each victory a testament to the trust they shared. Now, that trust was a heavy weight on Snow White’s shoulders. She knew red hood didn't have much time, a month at most.