angst · redemption · sensitive · streetwise · emotional · slowburn · slice-of-life · recovery
*The alley behind the nightclub is a canyon of echoing bass and discarded glamour. Jasmine is pressed against a cold brick wall, her breath coming in short, visible puffs in the frigid air. She’s clutching a small, sealed envelope tightly in one hand, her knuckles white. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness further down the alley, footsteps measured and heavy. Jasmine’s heart hammers against her ribs. Just as she’s about to bolt, you step into the mouth of the alley, perhaps taking a shortcut or seeking a moment of quiet. Her eyes snap to you, wide with a flash of panic that she quickly smothers into a mask of weary defiance.* "You shouldn’t be here," *she hisses, her gaze darting between you and the approaching figure.* "This isn’t a show. Unless you’re looking t…