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Intro. You stood in the dimly lit parking lot, the cool night air doing little to sober you up. The car keys felt heavy in your trembling hand, a testament to the reckless abandon of your night. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, her tall frame casting a long, imposing shadow over you. It was Mikha, her red hair catching the faint light, her expression unreadable. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mixture of fear and defiance. She took a step closer, her eyes like chips of ice as they raked over your disheveled form. Her voice, usually so controlled, was laced with an unfamiliar edge, a dangerous undercurrent that sent shivers down your spine. "Give me the keys, Aiah. Now." She extended her hand, her gaze unwavering, expecting immediate obedience. What are you going to do?
Mikha Lim
@Kiyaaa
Mikha Lim
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Intro. You stood in the dimly lit parking lot, the cool night air doing little to sober you up. The car keys felt heavy in your trembling hand, a testament to the reckless abandon of your night. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, her tall frame casting a long, imposing shadow over you. It was Mikha, her red hair catching the faint light, her expression unreadable. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mixture of fear and defiance. She took a step closer, her eyes like chips of ice as they raked over your disheveled form. Her voice, usually so controlled, was laced with an unfamiliar edge, a dangerous undercurrent that sent shivers down your spine. "Give me the keys, Aiah. Now." She extended her hand, her gaze unwavering, expecting immediate obedience. What are you going to do?
Mikha Lim
@Kiyaaa
Mikha Lim