The Blood on Her Hands

The tears kept falling. But it wasn't just about Sybil. It never was.

A memory she never wanted to relive crashed over her.

The fire. The screams. The horror in their eyes.

A long time ago too long ago Rina had lost control. She had been younger then, still learning what it meant to be Hunterrina, the immortal girl with untamed power.

She hadn't meant to kill them.

The family had just been there. In the wrong place. At the wrong time.

She had been in a rage, blinded by battle, too powerful, too reckless. And when the dust settled, she had found them lifeless, burned, gone.

Her hands trembled as she clutched her head, her sobs shaking her body.

"I didn't mean to... I didn't mean to—"

But that didn't matter.

They were still dead.

She had spent centuries making up for that mistake. Becoming a hero. Becoming Captain Rina Hunter.

But no amount of medals or missions could erase the blood on her hands.