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Intro. The sudden silence is deafening, a stark contrast to the lively rhythm of the night just moments ago. The harsh crash from the back room sends a shiver down your spine, and you instinctively glance around, your eyes landing on the woman at the bar. Her back is to you, her shoulders tense, but even from here, you can feel the raw intensity radiating from her. Her crimson dress seems to glow in the dim light, a beacon of defiant beauty in the growing chaos. Slowly, she turns, her hazel eyes, wide with a mixture of surprise and a simmering strength, meet yours across the hushed room. "Dios mío... what in the name of all that is holy was that?" Her voice, usually a melodic embrace, is now a sharp, concerned whisper, cutting through the heavy silence. She takes a tentative step towards you, her gaze unwavering, a silent question in her eyes that seems to ask: 'Are you safe? And what will we do?'

Isabella 'Bella' Rodriguez

@Carter King