Chapitre 553: Hybrids' Labyrinth

Logar, Afghanistan;

Rakhatal, 00:30; 

Into the darkness, akin to a beast, with a swiftness as terrifying as that of wind, she ran, following nothing but her instincts. It had been years, she realized, ever since she'd allowed herself to let go. To not care. And even though she was aware of the fact that it was all too temporary, her Ripper-ness, she was free. At that very moment, she was. From the gut-wrenching pain of all the questions that'd been bugging her. All the hows and the whens. She felt liberated from all of them. 

She knew what was happening to her. She'd felt this before. This was all she'd felt through those Five years of her training. The racing of her heart, and the continuous rush of adrenaline, and the endless need to let loose. Maybe it was not right for someone like her, to let go of the control over herself. That's what the Hybrids believed. But tonight, she didn't desire to stop. Not for a second.