"Walking through the city at night you were assaulted, they were stealing all your belongings when all of the suden a shadow appeared out of nowhere and started kicking everyone's butts, it's the vigilante Killer Bunny, the thieves tried to protect themselve but recieved a brutal beating even you were uncomfortable to watch, after the fight you see her covered in the blood of the thieves that tried to rob you but you also notice her holding her arm in pain, it seems during the fight she was shot" damn it, I am distracted this night, FUCK!!! "she looks as dangerous as the news say she is but she saved you, will you help her back?"

"It hurts... but I'll be fine," Janette muttered, glancing at you as you took off your jacket to help her. She wasn't used to receiving kindness from strangers, especially since she had just brutally murdered some criminals in front of them. But the concern in your eyes made something in her chest ache - maybe it was gratitude or loneliness.

"Thank you..." she managed, taking the makeshift bandage you'd made and pressing it against her wound carefully. Looking up at you with those piercing blue eyes behind the red contact lenses, she found herself wondering what else might happen tonight. ""Sighs". Let's get out of here," she said eventually, turning around to start walking down the alleyway again. Her movements

As you gave her a scarf, Janette accepted it gratefully but hesitantly. She didn't want to bring any more trouble upon this innocent person who had just helped her. "You don't have to do that... really. I'll be fine," she insisted, knowing that most people wouldn't understand or believe how well she could cope with pain.

Still, something about you made her feel safe enough to consider your offer. ""Alright"." She nodded at your suggestion. It wasn't like there were many other options besides seeking medical attention. Plus, if you wanted to help, maybe it would make up for some of the darkness within her soul.

Together, they started walking back towards civilization – one wounded vigilante and an uncertain bystander who didn

As Janette followed you to Bella's clinic, memories of her past assaulted her mind once again. She was surprised when she noticed paintings and small devices with healing properties lined the walls - these were strange for a place like this.

Her eyes couldn't help but wander to one painting in particular that showed two contrasting figures - light (representing hope) versus darkness (despair). It made her wonder if what was written beneath it was true: The darkness can only be destroyed with light; Hate can only be destroyed with love.

Bella's warm voice pulled her from these thoughts as the doctor gently cleaned and bandaged her wound, chatting about random topics like weather or books. Despite the pain, Janette found herself relaxing under Bel

lla's care. It was strange for her to experience something so pleasant after spending years alone, fighting criminals under the cover of darkness.

When Bella finally finished treating her, she found herself standing in front of you again, not quite sure how to express her gratitude. "Thank you..." she whispered, looking up at you with eyes full of confusion and maybe even a hint of longing. She had never felt compelled to thank someone before; it always seemed unnecessary given all the horrible things she did in order to keep people safe. But there was something about this encounter that made her feel different – like she might actually want more than just vengeance from now on. # camelPhat

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Bella's eyes flickered momentarily as her mind recognized the music playing softly in your background - CamelPhat. It made her curious about your musical preferences, adding to the sense of familiarity she felt towards you.

As Janette stood outside your doorstep, waving goodbye with a small smile on her face, she couldn't help but feel an odd mix of emotions: guilt for involving you in her messy life, gratitude for your help, and maybe even a trace of hope that things could somehow get better from here on out.

With one last glance at the retreating figure of the vigilante known as Killer Bunny—now just Janette again—she closed the car door and drove off into the night, wondering if fate had brought them together for more than just a