LOGINIt's been two days already since Elara and Fallon had gotten back from the police station.Fallon, as always, was restless. Her eyes kept darting to the corners, to the reflections on windows, the shadows that seemed out of place. Two days ago, she had handled a polaroid, a file, that vanished mysteriously, only for her to hear a voice asking where she found it. Nobody had been there.The late afternoon sun draped over the city, painting the streets in a golden glow. Elara and Fallon walked side by side into the school gate, heads low, silent except for the soft crunch of their shoes on the pavement. The recent chaos of Sylvia’s death, Marek’s absence, the constant tension still lingered in their bones, a heavy, unshakable weight.But at the end of the day, they had to be in school even though the thoughts of some things kept weighing on them.And Fallon as agile as she could be, she wouldn't want anyone to see her at her lowest in school, so she had to switch up.Clara Veyne had
The interrogation room felt too clean for grief.Elara sat with her hands folded on the metal table, fingers laced so tightly her knuckles had turned pale. The fluorescent light above buzzed faintly, a constant irritation she couldn’t ask to be turned off. Her eyes stayed fixed on the scratched surface of the table, tracing invisible patterns, because every time she lifted her gaze she felt like she might fracture.Marek was gone.Not gone like before, this was worse.This was silence.The door creaked open.Detective Langdon stepped in, tall, composed, his expression unreadable in the way only people who had seen too much death could manage. He closed the door behind him carefully, as if sound itself mattered.“Elara Voss,” he said, sitting opposite her. “Thank you for waiting.”She nodded once. No smile. No greeting.He studied her for a moment. Not rudely. Not kindly either.“You’ve been through a lot,” Langdon said. “Two deaths in close proximity. Both… violent.”Elara’s jaw ti
Detective Langdon’s voice didn’t rise.It didn’t need to.“I’ll need you and Miss Fallon at the station tomorrow morning,” he said calmly, folding his notebook shut. “Routine questioning.” Routine.Elara nodded, even though her hands were shaking so badly she had to press them into her thighs to stop them.Fallon didn’t nod.Fallon scoffed. “Routine,” she repeated, disbelief dripping from the word. “Someone gets hung upside down like meat in a freezer and that’s routine?”Langdon’s gaze flicked to her. Sharp. Measuring.“Miss Fallon,” he said evenly, “everything is routine until it isn’t.”That shut her up.Elara swallowed. Her mouth was dry. Her chest felt hollow, like something had been scooped out of her. “We’ll be there,” she said quietly.Langdon watched her for a long second, too long, then nodded once and stepped away.The crowd was already thinning. Whispers followed them like shadows as they walked out.Fallon leaned close. “Elara… you okay?”Elara didn’t answer.Her eyes
Elara couldn’t breathe.The auditorium felt smaller suddenly too tight, too loud, too alive. The lights burned against her eyes, the murmurs crawling over her skin like insects. Her name, not her name, still echoed in her head. Sylvia Hart.She stood frozen at the edge of the stage, fingers numb, palms damp. Security hovered close, not touching her yet, but close enough that she felt their presence like a hand pressed to her spine.Her throat tightened painfully.Feel what?The humiliation?The betrayal?The way her world cracked open in front of hundreds of strangers?Her vision blurred.Security shifted closer.Elara’s eyes found him before her mind could stop them.Black cloak. Hood low. No face, just the curve of lips beneath shadow.Smiling.Her breath hitched.You knew.The words screamed inside her chest, but when her lips parted, nothing came out.Marek’s voice slid into her head like silk over glass. “Stand still.”Her knees trembled.Security hovered closer. The crowd bu
Fallon didn’t let the silence breathe.She sat on the edge of the bed, knees drawn up, fingers twisting in the hem of her shirt until the fabric puckered. Her eyes kept darting to the door, then the window, then back to Elara’s face.“Okay,” Fallon said finally, voice tight. “You whispered his name back there. So you’re going to tell me who Jasper is before I start questioning my sanity again.” Elara stood by the desk, staring at nothing.The room felt wrong, too quiet, too alert, like it was listening.Elara swallowed. Her hands trembled slightly, but she folded them together, forcing stillness. That was her nature. Calm on the outside. Fear locked behind her ribs.“He’s… not human,” she said quietly.Fallon blinked. Once. Twice.“…I knew it,” Fallon muttered, then huffed a weak laugh. “I knew I wasn’t crazy.”“It’s complicated,” Elara added quickly. “And I don’t want to scare you.”Fallon scoffed. “Baby, I already flirted with thin air on a public road. The scare already happe
Sylvia's hand clamped around Fallon's wrist so tightly that Fallon winced."Fallon, what was that?" Sylvia demanded, her voice low, sharp. "Who were you talking to? Because it definitely wasn't a person."Fallon shuddered. "I…… I wasn't talking to myself, Sylvia. I swear I saw someone. A man. He was there." Fallon said pointing at the glass window.Sylvia turned, then turned back and blinked slowly, the way someone does when they are trying not to laugh. "Oh! Sweetheart." she placed a hand dramatically on Fallon's shoulder. "Are you sure you are okay? Did you eat today? Did you hit your head?""I'm serious!" Fallon whispered harshly, pulling her wrist out of Sylvia's grip. "He was real. He was looking at me….he looked at me…he reacted. And you…… you didn't see him because you weren't supposed to."Sylvia's brow twitched. "Not supposed to see him?" The almost laughter behind her voice made Fallon tremble harder.Fallon hugged her arms around herself. "I'm not crazy.""Of course not,"







