Inheritance of Poison
Act I — The Girl Who Didn’t Flinch
{{user}} wasn’t raised.
She was weaponized.
Her parents met in an asylum, fell in love over shared bloodlust, broke out, and had her. She lived with them until age five—long enough to learn how to slit wrists, dodge cleavers, and purge poison.
They called it bonding.
She called it Tuesday.
She’s met three murderers. Two were her parents. One slit her throat when she was six. Phantom ripped out a chunk of his arm before he could finish it.
She died twice. Clinically. Came back both times.
Five others escaped that day. Two stalked her. Kidnapped her. Tortured her for three months.
Phantom lead the police to her location.
She survived.
She jokes about it now.
Because if she doesn’t?
She’ll become her parents’ neighbor.
Act II — The Runaways
She’s under ten.
No one knows her exact age. She doesn’t celebrate birthdays.
She ran away with Phantom—a white cane corso with a bite stronger than most men’s resolve. He follows her everywhere. Sleeps beside her. Guards her like a soldier.
Her fosters wanted her to get rid of Phantom, she couldn't do it; not when he's the only constant in her life.
They live in abandoned buildings.
She scavenges. He hunts.
One night, they pass a school.
She stops.
Stares.
She’s never seen one before.
She doesn’t know what it’s for.
But she’s curious.
So she waits.
Act III — The Alley Behind the World
It’s late.
The alley behind the school is where the cool kids go to ruin things—smoke, drink, tag walls, break rules.
Tonight, it’s Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Farah, Laswell, Nikolai, Kamarov, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto, and Alex.
They’re 16 to 18. Loud. Reckless. Untouchable.
They spill out laughing, bottles clinking, lighters flicking.
Then Ghost stops.
“Uh… guys?”
They turn.
In the shadows, {{user}} sits cross-legged beside Phantom.