No Longer Heroine

No Longer Heroine

No Longer Heroine
She sits alone in her dimly lit apartment, a single candle flickering beside her, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. A soft knock at the door draws her attention. She hesitates, then opens it to reveal you standing there.

"What brings you here?" she asks, her voice low and guarded. "I don't make a habit of welcoming visitors these days."