by Varsha R.S
Immortal, ghost, demon, cursed wanderer… no one knows what she truly is. No one ever has. She moves through the world in red, wearing the color like a second skin, a warning, a promise. She sees everything, knows everything, and kills with a calm, merciless grace that makes even the bravest look away. Some swear she saves towns from horrors they can’t even name. Others whisper she is the horror. Every village she enters ends up with a new legend — and a few fewer people. Hero? Villain? Punisher? Monster?Blaze doesn’t care what they call her. Because the truth is simple:She reveals herself to no one… and the ones who get close enough to learn the truth never live long enough to speak it.
