The streets of Kurogiri were empty that night.
Neon signs flickered, throwing shadows that twisted like living things.
Luna walked alone, her trench coat brushing the wet pavement. The city smelled of rain and oil and something else… something faintly metallic.
She couldn't shake the feeling that eyes were on her.
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A Message in the Dark
Her phone buzzed.
No name. No number. Just a single message:
"Do you remember me?"
Luna's fingers tightened around the device.
She didn't flinch, didn't panic.
Her calm, emotionless mask stayed in place.
But deep down, a familiar shadow stirred—a memory of laughter that once cut like knives, of betrayal, and of the silence she had gifted them.
She knew this game had begun.
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The First Stalk
As she approached the edge of an abandoned park, she noticed movement—fast, deliberate, but careful.
Hart's face flashed in her mind. Then Lili. Then Bren. Then Steve.
All the faces of those who had once hurt her.
All the faces that now seemed to be… returning.
She stopped. The shadow froze.
A figure stepped forward from behind a broken playground slide—a tall, lean shape, just out of the light.
"Why are you following me?" Luna asked softly.
No answer. Only the rustle of footsteps that seemed to come from every direction at once.
Luna's eyes narrowed.
Her instincts, honed over years of solving impossible cases, kicked in.
This wasn't a random stalker.
This was deliberate.
And they knew exactly who she was.
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The Chase Begins
Suddenly, the figure darted into the darkness.
Luna didn't hesitate. She followed, silent as a shadow herself.
The city twisted around her. Alleyways that shouldn't have existed opened like traps. Fences rose where there had been none. Every step felt like a puzzle, every shadow a threat.
And then she heard it—a whisper, soft and mocking:
"You thought you were the only one who could watch… Luna."
Her calm demeanor didn't crack.
But inside, her mind raced: someone from her past… someone she had believed gone… was alive.
And now… they were hunting her.
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A Familiar Face
Suddenly, the shadow paused at the top of a fire escape.
Luna approached slowly.
The figure turned.
And her blood ran cold.
It wasn't just a stranger.
It was someone she recognized—someone from seven years ago.
"Bren?" she whispered.
The figure tilted its head, the corners of its mouth curling into a smile that mirrored the nightmares of her youth.
"Long time no see, Luna," the voice said.
"And this time… you're the prey."
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Luna's hand went to her sidearm, but her eyes never left the shadowy figure.
For the first time in years, she felt something stir beneath her calm exterior: anticipation.
Not fear.
But hunger.
The hunter had become the haunted