She hunts monsters, but she's not a Witcher. The monsters she hunts are men who prey on weaker women. The true monsters. She's known by many as "the Maneater," but the few that truly know her know her as (Y/n). No one knows where she's from, but the very sight of her crimson cloak has men shaking in fear. Destiny isn't something she believes in. Her mother had always told her it was a myth to make people feel better. So, that's what she believes as well. But one cold, stormy day, she saves a Princess and comes face-to-face with a Witcher. It's not a pleasant encounter, but it leads to her joining their makeshift family. Because The Maneater amd The Witcher are destined to be together. Whether they like it or not.
