Today's OneWord: Entwined

Their two fates had been entwined, nothing that could be severed or forced apart. It had been a hundred years in hibernation, but the red shadow was flickering across the city, searching for her long lost love. She had tricks up her sleeves now - her face was swathed in a black mask, her crimson shirt accompanied by the billowing black coat. It was not just to instill fear - it was also to make a statement. She was powerful, and she was in love, two very important factors that were vicious when paired.

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