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Crimson Flags & Razor Blades Under the Scarlet Banner
The stench of cheap perfume and stale sweat adhered to Millie like a second skin. Eighteen years in the Red District, and its sickly-sweet odour was the only scent she recognized. There was no recollection of warmth or loving hands; the only thing that remained was a tattered box lined with faded, crimson flags. It was a makeshift cradle that had been abandoned at the front door of Madam G's brothel.Madam G had stitched those scraps into a jacket for her—a garish, shapeless thing Millie wore dutifully. Over the course of her life, she had accumulated an increasing number of layers and flags, which grew to the point where it flowed behind her like a bloody river. "Little Red Flags Riding Hood," the men sneered at her. A whisper that conjured images of seductive looks and hefty wallets, her name had transformed into Vermillion.But Madam G was her grandmother, for better or worse. Her pimp, her mentor. The one who bathed her tiny, abandoned form and raised her to be the crown jewel of
Crimson Flags & Razor Blades Bremen Resistance
Millie fled. She fled as fast as she could, as if every second of wasted time could cost her life.Behind her, the Red District shrunk into a tiny dot, disappearing in the distance. Its gloomy lights now are nothing more than embers on the horizon. Every thud of her heels against the ground was an excruciating pain, its rhythm serving as a constant metronome for her fear.She travelled around at night, sleeping in abandoned barns and oppressing her groaning stomach with scavenged fruit and stale bread. She restlessly wanders around, wandering to the undecided destination. The only thing that brought her solace was her red cloak, which shielded her against the cruel, external world and the chilling reminder of the night which she became the Wolf Slayer.Having been living in this desolate existence for several weeks, she eventually came across the town of Bremen. The place ought to have been a haven, known as a place of peace and tranquility.However, the air oddly hung thick with desp
Crimson Flags & Razor Blades Stitching Together Hope
The liberation of Bremen was not an instantaneous conclusion to a fairy tale. As a result of a lifetime of fear, the citizens of the town regarded their improbable saviors with a mistrustful gaze. The doors to their homes remained closed, and their voices were barely audible above a whisper. Millie and her group of misfits found themselves in the position of overcoming not only an external threat but also a much more subtle one—the terror that ate away at the soul of a people.The transformation was gradual, resulting from a combination of inconspicuous actions and unyielding determination. Gunner, with his gentle eyes and scarred muzzle, became an unofficial guardian. Children were the first to approach him because they were drawn to his quiet strength. Soon after, the other person left tentative offers of stale bread at his side and exchanged hesitant smiles.Jack, who has always been a tenacious beast, discovered a new purpose for his life. Through his tireless efforts, he was ab
Crimson Flags & Razor Blades Imperfect Ice
Within the confines of their town, Felix the shoemaker and his wife Hannah became shadows within shadows. They were always there, serving as a constant reminder of the night that Millie was abandoned, and their presence was a constant echo of her past. They labored tirelessly, stitching boots alongside Luna and mixing mortar while Jack continued to keep a watchful eye on them. However, no smile or kind word from any of the town residents could lessen the weight of their guilt.When Gunner nudged Millie with his broad head or when Rusty brought her a particularly brightly colored beetle as a trophy, Millie's sharp features softened. Rusty made an act of flirtation with her by saying, "Young lady!" in an effort to divert her attention away from the void that was observed in her gaze. “Your daydreaming is a waste of time because it is still morning.” Without uttering a single word, Millie smiled, and a very subtle form of lip expression conveyed her gratitude.Her everyday hollow express
Crimson Flags & Razor Blades Blood and Ash
The citizens of Bremen held their breath. Rather than the sound of birdsong, the dawn brought with it the ringing sound of blades being drawn and the chilling cries of The Kid's hunting party. With her band standing on either side of her, Millie stood unflinching, her red cloak shining like a crimson banner in the rising sun.The initial confrontation was extremely violent. Jack, the obstinate beast of burden, engaged in a whirlwind of kicks and blade work against twin mercenaries. They were formidable opponents. There was a blurring of their movements, with each one mirroring the other with lethal precision.Jack's strength started to wane as a result of the fluid brutality; he received a blow to the side and a slash across the flank. However, at that precise moment of vulnerability, a whirlwind of claws and black fur suddenly began to emerge. Luna struck, her dagger sinking into the back of one of the mercenaries as she shielded Jack with her slender frame. She was as light as a wra
Crimson Flags & Razor Blades Embers of Purpose
The solemn ceremony that was held in the shoemaker's honor was carried out in order to pay tribute to him. Neither the hymns nor the heroic tales that were especially meaningful to him were brought to his grave that night as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, dark shadows. The only sounds that could be heard were the gentle, broken sobs of his wife, the silent tears of the people in the town, and a solitary, haunting crow from Rusty, whose voice was unusually subdued.Millie, cloaked in a darkness that went beyond her usual attire, felt an icy pang of guilt. She'd brought violence into their lives, and now this old gentleman lay within the earth because of her. Despite the fact that she witnessed the burial of Felix, the shoemaker, with her own eyes, she is unable to feel anything, not even a single tear that has fallen from her eyes.Yet, as the first clods of dirt fell upon the rough-hewn coffin, something shifted within her. There was a chilling new clarity to the word
Crimson Flags & Razor Blades Webs of Shadows
Over the course of Millie's hesitant leadership, Bremen underwent a transformation. The Wolf Slayer, who was accustomed to surviving by herself, struggled under the weight of the responsibility of having to collaborate with others in order to achieve a common objective. Still, she was unable to deny the subtle changes that were occurring in the faces of those around her. In spite of this, there was a stubborn, steely light that was tempered with fear. She was no knight in shining armour, but she was what they had.The first thing she had to do was make sure that the remaining parts of the town were safe. As a result of her meticulous instructions, the citizens of the town strengthened the crumbling walls by weaving thorns and shards of metal through the gaps. This was done to prevent any holes that could allow the bandits to easily enter and exit the town.Jack, with a surprising amount of gentleness, led the rebuilding of homes, the sturdy beams of which were a testament to his unbre
Crimson Flags & Razor Blades Into the Belly of the Beast
The journey that Millie took into the Black Market was a descent into a different kind of hell-like experience. The open skies and the starkness of Bremen had vanished; in their place, shadows writhed and whispered, and the odor of corruption clung to the air like a sickly, sweet perfume. Her destination would be a dense forest located a couple of miles to the north of Bremen, where Luna discovered several footprint marks that vanished into the jungle. In a very low voice, Jack shivered as he made his statement. “The green hell.”The night before she left Bremen, Gunner gave Millie instructions to pose as a street whore or a merchant looking to trade coins for slaves. Rusty cautioned her to maintain her composure in order to avoid upsetting anyone who might be wary of the new face.For every stealthy glance and every transaction that was whispered among the hidden forest huts, there was a scent of desperation and greed. It was a place where nightmares were bartered like coins and huma
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