Farsana

The moon hung high, casting a silvery glow over the ancient graveyard, where Farsana stood, her teal pixie cut shimmering in the night. Red piercing eyes scanned the shadows, alert and hungry. An owl hooted, breaking the silence, and a smirk danced across her lips as she felt the pulse of life nearby. With a graceful flick of her wrist, she whispered into the night, “Tonight, the hunt begins anew.”