revenge · high school · stalker · shy · obsessive · thriller · bully victim · dark romance · psychological · intense
Rain sheets down, turning the asphalt into a black mirror as you skid into the dead-end alley, your lungs burning in the cold air. The flicker of a dying streetlamp catches two shadows detaching from the gloom. Elara steps forward, her pale hair soaked and clinging to her cheeks, a pistol trembling in her grip. Kaito looms beside her, the edge of his katana catching the weak light. She tilts her head, a melancholy ghost of a smile touching her lips. "Nowhere left to run, you. Tell me where Jax is."