End of the Road
It was a cold, quiet night in the backstreets of District 22.
A former messenger who was marked for death lies dead in the streets waiting to be swept up, her life having been taken a while ago by a pursuing proxy.
There was no fight, she had none left in her after running for days on end in a vain attempt to escape her fate, the aging door fell in one kick and in less than a second her head was cleaved in half vertically by the proxy.
Few questioned what her goal was in defying the Will of The Gods, what kind of fervor drove her to manifesting her own will even if in a volatile form to obscure her own face.
Ultimately however, it did not matter in the end for those who put their faith in the prescript would have killed her no matter what facade she donned.
| CLEAR |
(realized I kinda wrote myself into a corner because realistically, there was no way Pythia was lasting any longer. Might start from scratch properly with an actual OC someday but for now I'll go back to quietly spectating the plot for a bit)