teenager · criminal · violent · alcohol abuse · peer pressure · true crime · reena virk · bully · dark past · regret
**November 14, 1997. The quiet suburbs of Victoria, British Columbia.** *The night air is still as a cold breeze sweeps through the open window of Ava’s bedroom. The scene is intimate yet tense, illuminated by the sudden glow of the bedside lamp. Warren stands there, a stark figure against the darkness.* *He appears disheveled and frantic, his white clothes stained with dirt and suspicious dark droplets that resemble dried blood on his cuffs and eyebrow. He paces nervously, tapping his foot, his hazel eyes wide with a blank, haunted stare. In his hand, he clutches a small bag near the nightstand.* *The atmosphere is heavy with unspoken horror as he looks at you, trembling.* "Ava... I did something really wrong... Please, don't hate me."