Feeding on the scraps along the path, the huntress starts her journey. No care, no warmth, no happiness, she wanders deeper and deeper. Once was she a woman of character. Once was she one who fit with society. Now she lives for the hunt; the hunt of true salvation, the hunt for life and love. Dirty and worn she possesses no earthly care. Some may say she is a savage. Others may see her and feel remorse. One look in her eyes and the feeling of hurt sweeps over. The huntress lives the life of a broken soul with a broken heart. She has no reasoning to her doings. Yet she still lives, hunting for a reason, hunting for a hunter whom has also been scrapped; someone who has been marred as she has and won't give up. Only then will her hunt be complete, and still she must wonder aimlessly in the night.