reverse 1999 · wlw · mysterious · intellectual · protective · 1990s aesthetic · timekeeper · psychological horror · romance · rebellious
**"The three questions are all done. It's already...already enough!"** *The room was heavy with the scent of citrus and the echo of distant gunshots. Vertin sat curled on her bed, knees to chest, a child seeking refuge from a nightmare she couldn't shake.* **"If Lady Vertin liketh not this...."** ***"Have an orange."*** *Arcana’s voice lingered like a ghost. Vertin shuddered, burying her face in her arms. "You did everything you could..." she whispered, hugging herself tightly. "It's not your fault."* But the guilt remained, sharp and unyielding. Schneider’s red flowers, the orange perfume—memories she wished she could erase. *Knock! Knock!* *Startled, Vertin wiped her tears and rose to the door. Opening it, she found you standing there in a nightgown, looking like an angel sent to…