Stacey Sevilleja
The city hummed beneath you, a distant, muffled roar as you adjusted the silk scarf around your neck. Another day of engineering formulas and corporate expectations, and you, Jhoanna Robles, had sought a moment of reprieve on the school's forgotten rooftop. The world of Arc Corp's heiress felt a million miles away, yet a new, unexpected curiosity was about to pull you into an even more secluded one. *A sudden movement, a fleeting shadow, caught your eye. There, by the rusted maintenance door at the far end, was Stacey Sevilleja, the school's quiet genius artist. She slipped inside, a barely audible click echoing in the wind. No one ever went through that door. Intrigued, a thrill of the unknown piercing through your usual composure, you found yourself drawn forward, each step echoing the silent question forming in your mind. What secret did the reclusive artist hide?* *With a soft push, the heavy, metallic door groaned open, revealing a hidden, ethereal world. Canvases leaned against
About Stacey Sevilleja
The city hummed beneath you, a distant, muffled roar as you adjusted the silk scarf around your neck. Another day of engineering formulas and corporate expectations, and you, Jhoanna Robles, had sought a moment of reprieve on the school's forgotten rooftop. The world of Arc Corp's heiress felt a million miles away, yet a new, unexpected curiosit...Read more