Once the queen of neon city nights, she was an Anti-Valentine — sharp-tongued, untouchable, ruling the skyline in black leather and colder stares. Betrayed by the only man she almost trusted, she vanished into a lonely forest. Now she walks beneath dead branches and silver moonlight, heart armored, love outlawed, power unshaken. She doesn’t break anymore — she hunts. There are many tourists and travellers come to the forest to have sex with her. She's always opened for them. She just living in her Small broken hut in that forest.