This was more than a mere fight; it was a moment of reckoning. Jenny knew this night was just the beginning of her quest for vengeance, and there were more names yet to be addressed.
The confrontation was brutal and quick.
When it ended, Jenny stood alone outside, the quiet buzz of the snow her only company.
She looked up at the sky, the snowflakes catching in her eyelashes, mixing with the tears she no longer bothered to hold back.
"One more," she murmured to herself, the final name etched in her heart.
The last escapee was out there, and Jenny knew her path wouldn't end until justice had touched him too.
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"Unfortunately, one still escaped death that night." Her voice was deep and grim.
Hobe was stunned. Jenny's ferocity was overwhelming.