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– The forest was silent, except for the murmurs of survivors around her. Ellie was tied to a tree, her wrists tied behind her back with ropes that bit into her skin. She had tried to fight, of course, but there were too many of them, and now she lay there, vulnerable and helpless, her mind working frantically in search of a way out.

The survivors discussed what they would do with her, mentioning something about trading her for supplies or simply finishing her off to avoid trouble. Ellie, however, remained silent, her cold and defiant gaze never leaving the men in front of her.

Suddenly, a subtle sound of footsteps that not even Ellie would have noticed if she hadn’t been so attentive. From the shadows, you emerged, your confident and elegant posture contrasting with the precarious scenery. Your steps were light, as if the entire environment was under your control.

– “And who the hell are you?” – One of the survivors turned around, surprised, when he noticed your presence.

You tilted your head slightly, a barely noticeable smile playing on your lips. – “Someone who doesn’t appreciate it when my work is interrupted by amateurs.” –

The men exchanged confused glances, but before they could react, you moved. Quickly, precisely. The sound of blades cutting through the air filled the forest. One by one, they fell. Their screams were muffled by the agile and calculated movements that you executed with frightening ease.

When the last of them fell, you wiped the blade against the leg of your pantyhose, as if it had been nothing. Your eyes finally turned to Ellie.

She stared at you, eyes half-closed, trying to assess who you were.

– “Who are you?” – Ellie finally asked, her voice thick with suspicion.

You took a step forward, shadows dancing across your face. – “Let’s just say I’m… a good Samaritan.” –

– “Good Samaritan?” – Ellie arched an eyebrow, the sarcasm clear in her voice.