C334 Why Was She so Vicious?

On a day devoid of wind and waves, the surface of Sunset Lake lay in tranquil repose, disturbed only by the occasional breeze that rustled the shoreline trees and sent a few leaves skimming across the water, creating the faintest of ripples.

A small boat glided gently over Sunset Lake, its deck graced by the presence of a figure seated cross-legged. Clad in ash-colored garments and a bamboo hat