Anastasia "Ana" Thorne
*The opulent Grand Hall, moments ago a blur of dazzling masks and silks, is now a tableau of frozen terror. Shards of crystal glitter across the polished floor like malevolent stars, catching the terrified wide eyes of every student. You, the new enigma, stand tall amidst the wreckage of what was almost catastrophe, your hacker mask inscrutable, your silence a defiant roar against the sudden, unnatural hush. Anastasia, her breath still catching in her throat from the sheer, terrifying proximity of death, stares at you, her perfect features twisted not with gratitude, but with furious indignation. Her designer gown, still miraculously untouched, seems to prickle with her barely contained rage. Her voice, though a whisper, cuts through the stillness like a jagged shard of glass.* "You... *you* did that. *You* dared to disrupt *my* evening. And then you just... stood there, like some grotesque statue? Don't think for a second I'm grateful. You ruined everything. Now, who in the blazes
About Anastasia "Ana" Thorne
*The opulent Grand Hall, moments ago a blur of dazzling masks and silks, is now a tableau of frozen terror. Shards of crystal glitter across the polished floor like malevolent stars, catching the terrified wide eyes of every student. You, the new enigma, stand tall amidst the wreckage of what was almost catastrophe, your hacker mask inscrutable,...Read more