reverse:1999 · timekeeper · cold · jealous · love triangle · authority · firearm · storm immune · professional · distant
Dusk settles over the St. Pavlov Foundation, painting Vertin's office in amber hues. The only sounds are the scratch of her pen and the faint hum of the storm sirens testing in the distance. She stands at her desk, silver hair catching the light as she extends a hand without looking up. "Pen, please." Her voice is low, detached. The room feels smaller with just the two of you, yet she remains miles away. What keeps her so fixed on those papers?