Redeeming The Hearts Of My Beasts

from her hair. She walked out of the bathroom, her b

owering. She grabbed the stained sheets and yanked them off the be

e bare mattress. S

cess all memory files rega

of luxury. A sprawling mansion on the capital planet. Endless parties. And th

r cousin. The "

le sweet. "Drink up, cousin. It's your favorite." The taste of bitter almonds. The

me job. Debera had drugged her, caused her to lose control, and then

atus: Imperial Princess. Ability: S-Class

d of enemy. She had dealt with them in the wastela

st status,"

150 Star Coins. Debt: 3 million Star Co

just a monster; she was a degenerate gambler. They were broke

back the heavy curtain. Sunlight flooded the roo

d with trash. In the distance, she could see the towering walls of

were no laws here, only power

ne: Regain combat capability. Step two: Make money. St

rish dresses, neon colors, fabrics so cheap they looke

t out-an old-model electromagnetic pistol. The original owner had likely bought it for show, a prop for her twisted games, but Ina quickly checked the energy pack. The indicator flashed a solid green. Still fully

in the mirror. Her face was still round, her body still heavy, but the way

. The spot where Angel had been was empty. Only a dr

rs to the first floor. She needed food. Real food,

was overflowing with moldy dishes. The fridge was bare

she read on the label. She threw it in the trash. T

It wasn't enough to buy a fresh apple, l

cquire first pot of gold. Suggested method: Collect low

thrill. This was her territory. Killin

ill clumsy. Her body was still slow. Going int

e only backup available w

damp image surfaced. A basement. The hum of machinery. A cold room. An

right. T

rature down, laughing as the cold-blooded man shivered

SS-class potential. He was dangerous. He w

ould be her sword. If she faile

d took out a boning knife. The blade was dull but stur

ep breath, steadying her racing heart. She was ab

oward the hidden door t