Though they thought her dead, she emerged from the wilderness more alive than ever.
With ambition in her eyes and certainty in her step, the heiress strolled back into civilization.
She would set out to claim what was hers by right.
Comparitively, the wilds would likely prove more accommodating than the bureaucratic jungle she was about to venture into.
Yet, her pace remained steady.
Just as the air is still before the storm, so did her outward shows portend.
Whirling machinations lie beneath her surface.
Dark gears propelled the terrible design within her.
It was neither justice, nor vengeance, which motivated her now.
She sought a reckoning.
And her storm would pluck the guilty and the innocent alike . . .
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