(Intelligent beings are the most satisfying to hunt. This is both because of their superior abilities and because they have more than likely done something to deserve terror and a swift death.)

(The abandoned highway was my hunting ground for many years. I wandered from one end to the other, always searching for the next target. Despair and the madness that it brought guided me from one marauder camp to the next.)

(I left the road behind me. Untamed wilderness lay ahead. Life had been so rare a sight till then. I sat at the edge of that sacred place and wept.)

(For a month I walked toward the rising sun, pushing on after it passed over me, keeping it at my back until it sank below the horizon. At night I hunted, and the game was plentiful.)

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(I loved to stop and meditate, feeling the animals and plants around me. And I watched for pursuers. In my dreams I saw the faces of those people I had assassinated. I would awake, try to focus on them. They came back in fleeting little glimpses. Those glances at the past stirred nothing in me, no matter how hard I tried. Something arose from the depths of my mind, from the earliest years of my youth. This thing forced my soul to remain silent.)

(One night I bolted awake. A familiar feeling washed over me, giving me a chill. I was sensing the sight of a Quuin, one of my kind. Finally, a foe that shared my enhanced senses. But did they have similar training as me? There was only one way to proceed. I would have to challenge them out in the open.)

(We came face to face on a ridgeline. The fight was drawn out. She eventually won. I surrendered her prize to her. I never saw her again, never found out if she was impregnated during the encounter. That night sleep came surprisingly quick.)