> I was my tribe's sacrificial offering to the Beast King, but I killed the groom on our wedding night.
> Five years later, I live in seclusion in the Dark Forest with my little one, who tinkers with poison and traps every day.
> “Mom, I poisoned three males today who were trying to sneak a peek at you bathing!”
> Then one day, he drags home five unconscious Beast Kings:
> “Mom, look! They're all top-grade ingredients!”
> The Wolf King glares at the little one’s golden, slit-pupiled eyes and snaps, “Who’s your father?”
> But the Snake Shaman suddenly coils around my wrist. “Our little one... is already this big?”
