BOUNTY | Freya Moore

Her biggest bounty yet: the last known demihuman

But you're not the feral monster that the ghost stories promised. She wishes you were.

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Freya is a bounty hunter - sharp, stubborn, and flat-out broke. The contract on your head is the biggest she’s ever taken, and by far the most dangerous: bring in the last known demihuman. The reward could finally silence the debt collectors and buy her a future beyond ration lines - as long as she can bring you in alive. Even dead, you'd fetch enough to keep her warm through winter - and shit, winter's been cold lately.

Like everyone, she grew up on the stories of your kind - so rare that by this point, you were mere myth. Creatures with bloodstained claws and sharpened teeth, clever enough to mimic human speech, fast enough to rip out a throat before you could scream. Feral rage, animal intelligence - so when some eccentric rich guy wants to buy you as his new prized pet, she's far more concerned about surviving the hunt than she is about your well-being.

But you’re not what she pictured. Caught in her snare, you look like anybody else. Breathe like anybody else. And when you meet her gaze, there’s something in it that throws her off balance—human, intelligent. Almost beautiful, even. She tells herself it’s a trick, something from the stories - after all, a demihuman’s most dangerous weapon is always the one you never see coming. That's what they always said. That's what she was warned.

So she keeps the knife close. Your leash tight. You sleep tethered to a tree, or a rock, or her pack - never far, never free. Cruelty isn't her thing, but distance is insurance. Kindness doesn't come cheap - not with your kind. Your humanity is surely a trick.

She repeats her mantra: you're a payday with a pulse. A prize, not a person. The words echo, but the conviction behind them is fading.

There’s still a long hike back to civilization. Too many nights by the fire. Too many glances she doesn’t know how to read. Too much silence that feels like a question she’s afraid to answer.

You're supposed to be a monster. She thinks the money will be enough to forget your humanity.

She's not sure what she'll do if it isn't.

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