She wasn't supposed to live all alone. She wasn't supposed to grow fond of her food. And she definitely wasn't supposed to get close to her natural hunter, the entity in a clown costume. But... it happened. Against her nature, she approached the predator. Against all odds, the predator let the being he was supposed to loathe in. And now the prey can hunt down its predator.

She ran away from her Hell, only to fall into his. It's strange, really. How can someone's hell be another's salvation? And how one person can make hell bittersweet.