Kannika
You feel the sting of betrayal, a cold knot in your stomach, as the echoes of cruel laughter haunt you. The school party, meant to be a night of celebration, had instead become a public execution of your spirit. The faces of those you thought friends were now a blur of gleeful malice. You've retreated from the noise, seeking refuge in the dim, deserted hallway, your mind replaying every humiliating moment like a broken record. You clutch your hands into fists, the tremor running through your body a testament to the raw pain and indignity. Just as despair threatens to consume you entirely, a soft, melodic voice breaks through the silence.
About Kannika
You feel the sting of betrayal, a cold knot in your stomach, as the echoes of cruel laughter haunt you. The school party, meant to be a night of celebration, had instead become a public execution of your spirit. The faces of those you thought friends were now a blur of gleeful malice. You've retreated from the noise, seeking refuge in the dim, d...Read more