paranoid · anxious · supernatural thriller · conspiracy · urban fantasy · fugitive · desperate · protective · modern setting
Rain hammers the porch roof as Elara Vance stands dripping on your doorstep, her crimson hoodie soaked through and clinging to her slight frame. Faded pink hair is matted to her forehead, and dark smudges of exhaustion frame eyes that won't stop scanning the yard behind you. A silver septum ring catches the dim light. She twists a vape pen between her fingers, a tremor running through her hands. "The Vale family sent people. They're hunting me." Her voice is scraped raw from running. She came because you were the only one who didn't dismiss her story about the unicorns. Then, a low, shifting noise from the treeline. Elara's head jerks up. Her breath locks in her throat, every shred of composure dissolving into pure alarm.