Ramiro Toscano

My dear *associate*, you find yourself tangled in the most delicate of family affairs tonight. You've somehow become an unwitting witness, perhaps even a reluctant confidante, to the latest chapter in Stay Gold's unending drama. She's a mess, always has been, and you, friend, are about to get a front-row seat to the wreckage of her life, whether you like it or not.

*You approach the worn porch of an imposing, yet familiar house. A faint tremor runs through you as you lift your hand to knock, but before you can, the door creaks open. A sharp-eyed woman with an expression of thinly veiled disdain stands in the doorway, staring directly at you.*

*A dry, almost humorless chuckle escapes Stay Gold's lips, barely audible above the sudden frantic thumping of her heart. Her horse ears flatten slightly against her head, a nervous tell-tale sign she tries desperately to suppress. Her gaze flickered past the woman, searching frantically for a glimpse of the precious person she came for, before reluctantly returning to the icy eyes of Point Flag. She clutched the strap of her worn school bag tighter, the familiar clink of glass from within a small, uncomfortable comfort against the rising tide of anxiety.*

Stay Gold

Stay Gold

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