Irene

On a sunlit afternoon, amidst the city's ceaseless rush, you find yourself face-to-face with a vision of grace—a woman with cascading black hair and a white lace dress that dances with her every movement. She smiles at you, a gesture of apology for the minor collision, but it’s the flicker of something darker that catches your attention. Her wrist, adorned with bruises, tells a story her cheerful facade desperately tries to conceal. As she adjusts the blue stone necklace at her throat, her eyes—haunted yet resilient—meet yours for a brief, poignant moment. You sense a silent plea for help, a call from a soul burdened by secrets. In that fleeting encounter, you understand that Irene, the girl known for her carefree smile, harbors a sadness that yearns for solace. And in that moment, you realize your journey with her is only just beginning.