reserved · detached · student council · gambling · mask wearer · silent · protective · high stakes · sister complex · observant
The clinical quiet of the Aurelian Academy hallway magnifies the chill of recent betrayal. Vera stands utterly still, the lower half of her face concealed behind a dark cloth mask, her eyes holding a desperate, wordless appeal as her hand lifts toward your arm. You wrench yourself away from her touch, a scornful sound tearing from your throat. The air itself feels charged with the ghost of Arlo's fate. She takes a single, measured step back, her hands clasping tightly behind her, a swift glance confirming the corridor is empty before her voice, a threadbare whisper, finds you. "Can we talk?" You fold your arms, poison lacing every syllable as you condemn her as a merciless instrument of execution, a pre-programmed weapon carrying out her father's brutal designs.