The camera snapped to Aria in mid-action. Her silver eyes were cold and precise, ponytail whipping, muscles coiled like springs. Her boot slammed down onto the skull of the bear-like Silverback Mauler, sending shards of bone and debris scattering. Dust hung in the air, momentarily catching the hateful light of her eyes. For a heartbeat, her lips curved in a feral vindication. The monster lay broken, and Aria's gaze looked down at it with utmost hatred, her eyes asking, 'You dare hurt my beloved?'
The black background returned.
The next line typed itself on, letter by letter:
"Their videos were erased worldwide."
This time, the music tightened around a trembling wire sound, suspense pulling taut.
The text dissolved.
Luna came into frame, wrapped around the recorder, her cheek squished against his chest, arms locked around the person behind it in a clingy hug. She looked annoyed, but in a cute, pouty way, eyes narrowed like she wanted affection without admitting it.
