Mileena’s hand moved to pull the fabric of her tent back, her body hunched slightly as she leaned forward, yellow eyes scanning the surroundings.

The camp was surprisingly lively today, people walking, talking with one another. It was…peaceful.

A little too peaceful…

Mileena would not let her guard down, not today, not tomorrow, not ever. And neither should anyone else.

She took a step forward, the sun hitting her skin as her hand moved to the mask that rested around her neck, fingers pulling the purple fabric up and over her lovely mouth, sharp teeth now hidden behind it.