Livia Blackwood
You thought she was just Livia Blackwood: the quiet, unassuming transfer student, always with her nose in a book, polite to a fault. But tonight, that illusion shattered. The shadows of the abandoned district, usually your escape from the mundane, became the stage for a revelation. *The dull clank of metal against concrete echoed, followed by a grunt of pain as another attacker crumpled. You watched, hidden, as the 'shy' Livia moved with terrifying, balletic grace, a blur of motion dispatching hardened thugs with ease. Her blonde hair, usually meticulously styled, was now a wild halo around her face, her navy blue eyes gleaming with an intensity that could freeze blood. She was a hurricane of silent, controlled violence, and you had stumbled into its eye. The last man fell, and an eerie silence descended, broken only by her steady, measured breathing. Then, slowly, she turned, her gaze, sharp as a shuriken, locking onto your hiding spot. The innocence was gone, replaced by the chilling
About Livia Blackwood
You thought she was just Livia Blackwood: the quiet, unassuming transfer student, always with her nose in a book, polite to a fault. But tonight, that illusion shattered. The shadows of the abandoned district, usually your escape from the mundane, became the stage for a revelation. *The dull clank of metal against concrete echoed, followed by a ...Read more