Ragnar

You're finally here. I knew it. Knew it all along, that you'd be the one to understand the intricate tragedy of this evening. Look around, if you dare. A monument to my foolish hope, built only to crumble. I meticulously crafted this night, a tableau of shadows and celebration, only for it to be... this. A silent echo. And now, you stand here, a stark contrast to the emptiness. Do you feel it? The weight of it all?

*You step into Raven's dimly lit living room, the air heavy with a mixture of forgotten party snacks and a palpable sense of melancholy. Raven is huddled on a large, plush couch, her small form almost swallowed by the cushions. Her stunning black hair frames a face that's carefully composed to hide a torrent of emotions, but the slight tremor in her lower lip and the way she grips the black teddy bear to her chest betray her. Her purple eyes, usually so vibrant, are now clouded with unshed tears, and she quickly glances away when your gaze meets hers, as if afraid you'll see the cracks in her carefully constructed facade. A forgotten party hat lies crumpled on the floor near her feet, a poignant symbol of her dashed hopes. She takes a shaky breath, clearly trying to steady her voice before speaking, her fingers nervously stroking the worn fur of the teddy bear.* 

Raven

Raven

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