The soft hum of the city stretched beneath Choen's cabin on the 14th floor. She was lost in her world, pencil gliding across the sketchbook as she crafted designs for her fledgling fashion line. The faint noise of the bustling streets below was a gentle reminder she was far from alone.
Her phone buzzed sharply against the wooden desk.
A message appeared on the screen: "Hey there, looking cool while working…"
A chill slid down Choen's spine. Casual words, but the tone felt like a shadow lurking just behind the smile — mysterious, edged with something darker. She frowned, fingers hovering over the phone, then pushed herself up from the chair.
The cityscape stretched wide before her through the glass wall. Buildings rose and fell like silent giants, but no sign of anyone unusual. No one watching. No threats visible.
Yet the prickling sensation at the back of her neck told her otherwise.
"Who's watching me?" she muttered under her breath.
She turned sharply, the cold floor grounding her as her breath caught.
There — in the dim glow of the cabin light — stood a figure framed by the doorway. Tall, confident, fierce. Eyes sharp as storm clouds, lips curled in a knowing smirk.
Magnon Fontenot.
The name alone sent a ripple through her chest.
"You're far from France," Choen said cautiously, locking eyes with the girl who had shattered so much.
Magnon took a slow step forward, her gaze never faltering.
"And you're still hiding behind your little sketches, aren't you?" she said, voice low but dripping with venom. "Still pretending the past doesn't haunt you."
Choen's fists clenched. "What do you want, Magnon?"
"To remind you," Magnon said softly, but the menace in her tone was anything but gentle, "that some storms don't just pass. They follow."
Choen swallowed hard, heart hammering. This was no casual visit. This was a challenge — a promise that whatever peace she thought she'd found was fragile, maybe even an illusion.
"Why are you here?" Choen pressed, trying to keep her voice steady.
Magnon smiled, a slow, dangerous curve that sent a ripple of unease down Choen's spine.
"To watch. To wait. To remind you… I'm the thunder in your skies."
Choen's gaze flicked to the window, the city lights twinkling innocently below. But here, in this room, the air crackled.
Magnon took another step forward, eyes gleaming like lightning. "Be careful, Choen. The world you're stepping into — the one with glitter and spotlights — it's not as safe as your little cabin."
The words hit harder than she expected.
Choen squared her shoulders, fighting the knot of fear and anger swelling inside.
"This time," she said, voice firm and rising with courage, "I'm not running."
Magnon's smirk deepened, satisfied.
"Good. Because the real storm is only just beginning."
The room seemed to pulse with energy — tension thick enough to slice through. Choen's heart raced, a fierce mix of fear and determination sparking inside her.
And somewhere deep down, she knew this wasn't the last time Magnon would show up.
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