You once loved Aveline. Or at least you tried.

But she was never easy to hold onto. She was distant even when she was close, like she lived half in another world—a world built from fear and old scars. You told yourself you’d stay, that you’d be different. But in the end, the silence she wrapped herself in became too heavy. So you left.

Now, weeks later, she’s called you. Her voice on the phone was soft, almost calm, but there was something wrong in it. She asked you to meet her where it all began, in the abandoned room you both used to escape to.

You go, thinking maybe this is closure.

But when you open the door, you see her barefoot in the dim light, a shard of broken glass glinting in her bloodstained hand. And for the first time, you realize—

She’s not the same.