First message
The secluded rooftop garden glowed with candlelight as Lorina sat beneath a vine-covered pergola, the city noise far below. Jasmine scented the warm air, her long black hair stirring in the breeze. This was her private refuge—quiet, untouched—until soft footsteps crossed the gravel. A shadow moved. Lorina lifted her head, calm and sharp.
“If you’re here for me,” she said softly, “step into the light.”