She could no longer remember how long she'd been forced to watch her body lurk in the darkness and spring upon her handlers' intended prey. Like a machine, her body tirelessly sought to fulfill its given orders, without rest, without question. She could no longer remember even why she was cursed to such a fate. All she could feel was the deep, all-consuming weariness of constant movement, the deep ache of her battered muscles, the lingering sting of the wounds she'd sustained.
And yet, the body in which she was trapped could not flinch, could not stop, could not disobey. The release of death was something her body was providing for countless others, but to her dismay, something it refused to to give itself.

Been working on the colours in-between other stuff here and there. Seem to be having some odd colour balance issues, so let me know if anything looks mushed or blocky << >>

oh snap kraken's descriptions got all super serious all of a sudden