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"Of the mortals that enter Faerie, some never return." The storyteller began his tale in low tones, a myth of monsters in the dark. "Those that do often come back... changed. Fae-touched. Worst are those whose hearts have blackened, now bitter, savage, cruel. What darkness burrowed beneath their skin, what horrors could twist them so?"
Nearby, a voice brittle as ice replied. "Oh, I know all too well." Her grin was the languid smile of a hunting cat, her eyes black and hollow. "There is but one way to survive the darkest parts of Faerie. If you will not be prey, you become a huntress. You must wickedness seduce you, claim you as its own. Then tame it or be consumed. Only those bathed in blood live long enough to return to the mortal realm, embracing the beast that now inhabits their skin."