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Hayden Ishikawa @abrandedhound.bsky.social · 22/07/2026

Somewhere hot, somehow freezing. Years ago. “Hayden, wake up! Get up!” There was no questioning the urgency in her squad leader’s voice. She was up, dressed, fully armed, and out of her tent in twenty-four seconds. She timed herself with the stopwatch in her head. Slow. “Orders, sir?”

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Hayden Ishikawa @abrandedhound.bsky.social · 13/07/2026

Once @cienn.sunder.my’s baby had been born, there had been little reason to remain in her own apartment for the time being. “Thirty-three, ngh…Thirty-four…” Setting up her own spot in the apartment above the bakery, Hayden wasted little time getting back to her old workout routine. “Thirty-five…”

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Hayden Ishikawa @abrandedhound.bsky.social · 27/05/2026

“What was she? A government spook? Contract killer?” “No, something else.” “Meaning what, exactly?” “From what I could find, she started out in a culty paramilitary outfit when she was…Fifteen?” “Jesus.” “She’s a straight-up anarchist. Takes jobs on principle alone. Deadly mutual aid, almost.”

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Hayden Ishikawa @abrandedhound.bsky.social · 02/05/2026

“I remember everything about that day. How my lips froze together, how close I came to frostbite, how badly my eyes stung after only half an hour in the cold.”

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Hayden Ishikawa @abrandedhound.bsky.social · 27/04/2026

There it was again—that strange feeling deep in Hayden’s chest, her mind recoiling like the business end of a whip that had just drawn blood. That was the sixth and last rifle cleaned, oiled, and placed where it would remain forever. Where she hoped beyond anything it would remain forever.

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Hayden Ishikawa @abrandedhound.bsky.social · 28/02/2026

Her old apartment, untouched. Dust covered the finger she swept over her countertop, her desk, her chair, every unseen corner, cranny, and nook. Sweeping for bugs and bombs now, dust later. Everything was stale and cold, every breath painting the air with whirls of mist. She was home.

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Hayden Ishikawa @abrandedhound.bsky.social · 23/08/2025

A cigarette in the dark. An unseasonably cool breeze carried the smoke away. The little pleasures she could still indulge in didn’t seem to matter much these days. The little breaths she could stop and take had to be filled with something. Never stop moving, never idle.

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Hayden Ishikawa @abrandedhound.bsky.social · 13/06/2025

Home was the smell of the heat wafting up from the asphalt, the scent of the city carried on a cool breeze that broke through the endless maze of streets, the arguments of dogs that lived across the street from each other, the honking, the shouting. She was back in it all. Her home. Her Gotham.

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Hayden Ishikawa @abrandedhound.bsky.social · 12/05/2025

There were times when she missed her home, her Gotham, the cozy little box that barely counted as an apartment. As her boots met American soil for the first time in what felt like a decade, today did not count among those precious few times. She was home on business, not pleasure.

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Hayden Ishikawa @abrandedhound.bsky.social · 06/01/2025

The chase never ends. Nighttime was when she moved, only under the silent comfort of stars. By day she slept wherever sleep found her; a roach-infested hostel that only accepted cash, an abandoned apartment complex, the trunk of a junkyard car. Was it better to face her fate than live like this?

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Hayden Ishikawa @abrandedhound.bsky.social · 30/12/2024

Home. Gotham. She ached for that awful place, the awful place she loved. She wished more than anything to see her sister again, to see the tiny collection of trusted friends she had somehow managed to hold onto.

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Hayden Ishikawa @abrandedhound.bsky.social · 30/12/2024

Crawling, crawling, crawling back to the world. A frightened prey animal poking her head out of her burrow, expecting the jaws of the predators that followed her to snap around her neck. But none came. Perhaps it was a short run of luck, perhaps they grew tired of the chase. Was it over?

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Hayden Ishikawa @abrandedhound.bsky.social · 17/11/2024

Night was when thoughts of home came to her, thoughts of the people and places she had left behind. The taste of a good burger haunted her when she ate the scraps she could get ahold of. Her warm bed seemed like a fantasy when looking up into the sky with no roof to obscure it.

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Hayden Ishikawa @abrandedhound.bsky.social · 04/09/2024

The hard drive had been sitting in a forgotten corner, a light coating of dust coloring the scuffed black casing. The thing had been something of a Pandora’s box, a wealth of data that could say anything and reveal nothing.

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