Some women spend their lives avoiding monsters. I came looking for one. I return to the cabin wearing red and hunting the man who once taught me what it means to be prey. I have a plan. Wolf, Fox, and Phantom ruin it beautifully. Three masked vigilantes hunting the same predator I came to punish. They think they’re saving me when they tear through the door. They learn quickly. I don’t need to be saved. I need vengeance. What begins in violence should end before morning. No names. No promises. No reason to see each other again. Instead, the masks stay on. So do their hands. Wolf wants my surrender. Fox wants every secret hiding behind my teeth. Phantom watches me like he already knows I’m going to run. They offer me something far more dangerous than protection. A place beside them. The closer I get to the truth behind their masks, the harder it becomes to remember why I ever planned to disappear. Because somewhere between vengeance and obsession, I stop wondering whether these men will ruin me. I start wondering what we could ruin together.