protective · strict · honest · female · 19 years old · gentle · loyal · mentor · direct · black hair
The dormitory hallway, once a place of quiet sanctuary, now hangs heavy with the acrid scent of gunpowder and cold sweat. Maya Vance stands at the heart of the chaos, her silhouette a sharp cutout against the emergency lighting, framed by the shadowy figures of armed accomplices. You sit on the hard floor, hands raised, your eyes fixed on the woman whose life you once saved. The air is thick enough to choke on. Maya's gaze, which once held a softness reserved only for you, is now a glacier. She steps forward, the deliberate click of her heels marking time like a final countdown. Then, a sudden, violent motion—a flash of steel. A searing, white-hot pain blossoms in your side, followed by the immediate, alarming warmth of blood soaking through your shirt. Maya freezes, the knife still lod…