FAZER LOGIN“I know.”The words didn’t land loudly, but they stayed.Victor’s hand was still wrapped around Elara’s.Not tight. Not forceful. Just… there.Elara blinked once, then gave a small, polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Okayyyyyyyy…” Her fingers shifted slightly in his grip, a subtle pull.Victor didn’t react immediately.For a heartbeat too long, nothing moved.Then Elara gently slipped her hand free.No tension. No curiosity.Just a quiet release.Fallon leaned closer, voice low. “Okay… that was a bit weird.”Elara shrugged faintly, already reaching for her glass again. “He probably just knows me from school.” Her tone was light. Dismissive.Like it didn’t matter.Clara cleared her throat softly, stepping in before the silence stretched. “So… drinks?” she said, lifting her glass slightly with a smile.Fallon nodded immediately. “Yes, please. I need something sweet before this music gives me a headache.”Elara gave a small hum of agreement.Victor said nothing.But his eye
The music pulsed through the ballroom in slow waves, deep enough that the bass could be felt underfoot.Crystal chandeliers spilled warm light over the polished marble floor, turning the moving crowd into shifting flashes of satin, glass, and gold. Laughter rose and fell with the rhythm of the music. Somewhere near the bar, someone cheered as the DJ switched tracks.Clara barely noticed any of it.She had been watching him for almost a minute now.Victor stood near the far side of the hall, not quite part of the crowd, not quite separate either. His posture was relaxed, one hand resting in the pocket of his dark trousers, the other loosely holding a glass.He wasn’t drinking.He was watching.Clara inhaled slowly, smoothing the side of her dress before she could overthink it.Then she walked toward him.Each step felt louder than it should have.By the time she stopped in front of him, Victor had already noticed her.His gaze settled on her calmly, quietly observant.Clara offered
The card sat between them like an accusation. The card shouldn’t have been there. Elara stood in the middle of her room, the invitation balanced between her fingers like it might bite. Thick, expensive cardstock. Matte black. Gold embossing that caught the light when she tilted it. She had checked her bag three times already. “I didn’t put this there,” she said quietly. Fallon crossed her arms. “Me neither.” They stared at it together. No envelope. No explanation. No handwriting they recognized on the front. Just the phrase. Perfectly centered. Elara flipped it over again. 'Attendance is mandatory.' Her throat tightened. “That’s not normal,” Fallon muttered. “That’s not even rich-people dramatic. That’s… weird.” Elara swallowed. “Clara said she wasn’t doing cards.” “Exactly.” Fallon pushed off the doorframe. “So unless the air is handing out invitations now…..” “….someone put it there,” Elara finished. Silence followed. The kind that sat heavy instead of empty. Elara
It'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
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 nam
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 wa
The grocery bags dug into Fallon's arms as she strutted down the street, humming loudly to herself and muttering under her breath about how Elara should have tagged along.The evening was chill, painting the sky in streaks of gold.Her day had been boring, Elara had holed herself up again, Fallon h
Marek turned sharply into the portal again.Elara was lying now, her eyes had fluttered shut, her breathing now calm. Her fingers still lingered on her laptop keyboard.Marek didn't speak. Didn't move. Just stared.His voice came out hoarse, almost broken. "Then why does my soul only respond to







