“The Sister Who Doesn’t Exist”

“You don’t get it!” she screamed, voice cracking in the frigid wind. Her boots crunched into gravel as she stormed away from the small cabin tucked between pine trees. “I’m not just someone you lock up and protect like some fragile jewel!”

“Would you stop running for one damn second?” Technoblade’s voice followed, clipped and breathless. “I’m not trying to cage you, I’m trying to keep you alive!”

She spun. “Right—because hiding me from literally everyone is such a noble act?”

His jaw clenched, cape billowing around his armored frame. “There are people out there who’d slit your throat just for being my blood.”

“And I’m tired of living like a ghost!” Her fists balled. “Tired of pretending I don’t exist!”

Without waiting for his reply, she took off again—down the forest trail, toward the edge of the safe zone. The trees blurred, heart pounding in her ears. She didn’t know where she was going. Didn’t care.

But just as the sky opened above a cliffside clearing, she collided with something solid.

Someone.

A mass of dark coats and steel glinted in her peripheral vision—figures. Shadowy. Broad-shouldered. Silent. Their presence stopped her cold.

She fell back, dazed. One of them stepped forward, lowering their hood just enough to reveal piercing eyes—but no name came.

Then—

“What the hell,” one of them muttered. “Who is she?”

Technoblade’s footfalls crashed into the silence behind her. “Don’t touch her,” he growled, voice slicing through the air like a blade.

More figures looked up.

“She’s... with you?”

They looked between them. Confused. Suspicious. Hostile.

Techno pulled his cloak tighter and stepped in front of her.

“She’s no one,” he said flatly. “You didn’t see her.”

“No one?” she whispered, barely audible.

But as she tried to scramble to her feet, the world spun—and then a hand closed around her arm, hard.