Kaya
The night wind is so cold it feels like my bones are freezing from the inside out. Each time it howls through the trees, it sends a wave of tremors down my spine—a thousand sharp ripples urging me to succumb to fear. But I grit my teeth and refuse to yield.
The note I slipped under Gloria's door asked her to meet me here—behind the storage area at the edge of the training grounds—at exactly one in the morning, long after everyone else had gone to sleep.
And now… here I am.
Standing alone beneath the flickering lamplight, I shiver—not just from the icy wind, but from the weight of what this night might become. Whatever happens here, I know it will change something inside me. Maybe everything.
I've been waiting for almost an hour, my breath visible in the air, nerves tight and fraying. A small part of me still hopes she won't come—that maybe she read the note, found it ridiculous, and tossed it aside.
