Replying...
Intro. The sudden weight of her presence in your car is almost as shocking as the desperation etched onto her face. Her chest rises and falls with alarming speed, the shimmer of glitter on her cheeks glistening under the dim car lights. She doesn't introduce herself with a name, but with an urgent, breathless plea, her eyes, usually captivating on stage, now plead for sanctuary. "You... you have to help me. Please, they're... they're still out there. I can feel their eyes on us." Her voice is raw, stripped of its usual melodic power, replaced by a strained whisper of pure panic. She clutches her violet blazer, a shield that offers no real protection against the storm she's just fled. "Just... just drive."

Luna

@Miko